Elk Rock Island

Aaron, Ian, and I took advantage of a rain-free Saturday to hike around Elk Rock Island, an ancient volcano that pokes its big head out of the Willamette River a few miles south of our home. Eddie was partying with his friends at nearby Pietro's Pizza (and Meg was away working at a dance team competition somewhere in rural Marion county), so we took the two hours during the party to enjoy the fresh air and discover a new place. Ian lasted nearly the entire hike on his own two feet, but he eventually pooped out on the last hill to the van. He didn't utter a whimper, and he didn't raise his arms in defeat, like he usually does. It was almost like the cold weather literally froze him in his tracks.

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