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Not much to say about the Gardens, Saturday Market, or the Bite. I wasn't in the right frame of mind and skipped through quickly (or, in the case of the Bite, simply skipped). On the plus side, that meant I didn't spend any money except the dollar for parking....
Three pairs new pants. It was the drive out to McMinnville that was really fun, though. Summer storm hit. I was coming down into Newberg and saw a flash - I thought it was lightning, but I heard no thunder (of course, my CD was playing), and didn't see any further. (Then, in Newberg, where McDonald's used to be and burnt down - their sign was still up. It said "We'll be back.")
On the way into Dundee, I thought I saw another - so I turned the CD off and rolled the window down a bit. Saw another one definitely, then heard the roll of thunder. Then the first raindrops hit my window, splattering to nickel-size when they hit. Slowly. One. Two. Laura rolls the window up, three, four - I think it was about then that I crossed the Line into the storm and the heavens just opened up. The rain-splatters went to quarter-size and came so fast and furious that I had to turn the windshield wipers on high (and I got into the right lane and slowed down a bit, but not more'n 5 mph under the speed limit). I think it was maybe 100-200 yards, and then we came out of the storm; it was still raining, but just light pinprick sprinkle-things. All the while it was pouring, I was driving toward a sky filled with fluffy white clouds. The road went from dry to soaked in under 2 seconds.
By the time I got to McMinnville, the end of town nearer Dundee had gotten slightly damp, the rest hadn't even been touched. Just this band of rain with a baby storm in the middle. Very neat, really.
Three pairs new pants. It was the drive out to McMinnville that was really fun, though. Summer storm hit. I was coming down into Newberg and saw a flash - I thought it was lightning, but I heard no thunder (of course, my CD was playing), and didn't see any further. (Then, in Newberg, where McDonald's used to be and burnt down - their sign was still up. It said "We'll be back.")
On the way into Dundee, I thought I saw another - so I turned the CD off and rolled the window down a bit. Saw another one definitely, then heard the roll of thunder. Then the first raindrops hit my window, splattering to nickel-size when they hit. Slowly. One. Two. Laura rolls the window up, three, four - I think it was about then that I crossed the Line into the storm and the heavens just opened up. The rain-splatters went to quarter-size and came so fast and furious that I had to turn the windshield wipers on high (and I got into the right lane and slowed down a bit, but not more'n 5 mph under the speed limit). I think it was maybe 100-200 yards, and then we came out of the storm; it was still raining, but just light pinprick sprinkle-things. All the while it was pouring, I was driving toward a sky filled with fluffy white clouds. The road went from dry to soaked in under 2 seconds.
By the time I got to McMinnville, the end of town nearer Dundee had gotten slightly damp, the rest hadn't even been touched. Just this band of rain with a baby storm in the middle. Very neat, really.