Rain, Towing and Walking

It's the eve of Memorial Day Weekend in the Great Pacific NorthWest.  And what does that mean?  Rain!  It means rain!  When we lived in Seattle, we always assumed as a matter of course that it would rain for the weekend.  This morning did not disappoint.  We saw so many pickups towing travel trailers with little bicycles and folding chairs in the bed of the truck.  We feel bad for these people.  Would it be asking so much for them to get a decent weekend?

After what is hopefully our last trip to the Lowes in Eugene we came home for lunch.  We kept hearing strange sounds, like tires dragging.  This is why.  This is not something you see everyday.

This is a pickup towing an ancient Beaver with chains.  If we'd had our wits about us we would have jumped into the truck to see where they took it.  But we didn't.

We think this is from the 90's, but we're guessing.

 By late afternoon it cleared up so we drove into Harrisburg for a walk.  These roses are so beautiful every year.

This yard becomes more overgrown every year, but the roses continue to bloom.  Oregon roses are just the best.

We can't tell if the house is under renovation or abandoned.

The weather forecast in Vienna continues to be depressingly damp.  We're watching this morning's  Giro d'Italia where it has been hailing.  It's so heavy it looks like snow by the side of the road.   See all of the white?  Hail!