Cultural activity

Hello blue skies. Or maybe we should say pink skies. I think it is time for a new Awesome cam.

There are no grapefruits anywhere. I will have to think of a new fruit to have with breakfast.

I really don't understand peoples aversion to having their pictures taken. I thought we had moved beyond photography stealing ones soul.

This is the Eugene Saturday Market. Note the hula-hooping hippie to the right.

Hippies abound.

This man had a cart filled with rubber chickens. I think he would tell you a joke if you payed him a dollar.

This amazing high school brass band was covering Ozzy Osborne.

Here are Emily and Lexie, again, making faces at the camera.

What hippie festival would be complete without a drum circle.

Here I am at target trying on a festive hat.

If it was aceptable for a man to wear these shoes, I think you know I would.

Someone (not myself) had given this pink panther an erection.

We had deep fried pickles for dinner.

Back in the Burg; we hit the bowling alley.

We had come from Eugene; the land of a thousand hippies, to the bowling alley; the land of a thousand teenagers.

Toward the end of our game; we competed to see who could get the bowling ball the furthest down the lane before it hit the ground.