We got a late start today on account that Papa was grouchy, he said he had a headache. He was green around the gills and a bit shaky. He would probably feel better if he threw up; at least, I know when I've looked as bad as Papa, I always felt better after puking.
Papa stopped at
Horsetail Falls,
after what was a grueling four-hour road trip, for what he calls a learning stop. We spent a long time at Horsetail, and everyone, except Papa, hiked the trail behind Horsetail Falls to
Ponytail Falls.
When we got back to the station wagon, Papa was slumped over on the front seat, snoring.
Back on the road, we passed
Multnomah Falls,
and Papa thought about stopping; until everyone started grumbling about spending two hours hiking around waterfalls, while Papa sat in the car sleeping!
My final thoughts before I hibernate for the night. The road noise coming up through the floorboard of our station wagon is lulling us all to sleep. Ma mere is trying not to nod off, and the twins are sleeping on the backseat floor. Patricia K. is shattering the rhythm of the road, snoring in Debbie Lynn's ear. Bobby Lee has the entire back seat to himself, and I've got the cargo hold with
Bijou,
which is normally Bobby's reserve while traveling. Bobby was plugged into his red earbuds all day; Ma mere says the noise is ruining his ears.
Papa is singing along with the car radio, a song about an outlaw and an angel, and our
Dieu
delivering us from eternal damnation.
