Continuing a tradition I started in 1999--the grandest of all years to date--I went on a hike. And for the first time in a while, we went as a family. We headed out early Wednesday morning before the sun and the crowds could beat us to Multnomah Falls. We hiked to the bridge, called it good, ran back for the car (but not before Meg got sidetracked and bought some fudge), and drove a few miles east to our true destination: Horetail/Oneonta Falls. The parking lot was already full when we arrived, but luckily there was still space available on the side of the road.
Our goal was a three-mile hike that looped through the Oneonta Gorge, passing three different falls, one of which we could actually walk behind. Three-year old Ian showed his toughness by hiking the whole distance. I did have to coax him with lifesavers and oodles of fudge to keep his legs moving, but he did so all on his own, making this the first hike in memory where I didn't have to carry him some distance.
I don't remember much else about the hike or the day in general. And I don't have the energy to create the additional details to draw you in. But I know you come only for the pictures, so mission accomplished.
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