The lost motorcycle keys...

We were excited to spend Labor Day fishing with John's folks. Like last year, the weather was gorgeous and we were planning to ride the motorcycle to Pendleton, hit the town, and then join the 'rents on Saturday morning. On Thursday night, we packed up the saddlebags and John left to fill the bike up so that we could zoom out of town as soon as the work day allowed. I was in my room putting my bandana on when he hollered up "Shan, I can't find my keys." This usually is because he "man-looks" (looking where you expect something to be and if it is not there, surely it has been hidden or lost and never to return again). I typically come down and find said item in three minutes, often by looking one foot away from where he was looking. Not this time. We tore the house apart trying to find those keys. After two hours (i'm not kidding) we were super frustrated. John called in to work to let them know he was too angry to come in and I called in to let me boss know that I wasn't able to leave my house for fear of John burning it down. We gave one more round of searching and then John called it off. We had a replacement key for the bike, but not for the saddlebag brackets (that which hold the bags to the bike). We called around and found a couple leads on locksmiths who could create our new key and went to have coffee while we waited for them to open. We both got our work done before heading off to the locksmith's. After dropping off our bag, John decided that it must have been an omen and we decided to rent a car and go that way. Once that decision was made, everything was smooth sailing for the rest of the weekend. We had a blast in Pendleton and spent the rest of the weekend in the boat. We drank a couple beers. Cap'n John... We went to a different part of the river for Day 2 and caught about a hundred small fish. We counted trains. I love this picture.

and then finally, back to the hotel for a swim and a drink. Perfect.