Liz mentioned Diamond Days on Monday and I've been thinking about it ever since. Maybe because I had a Diamond Day on Monday.
I had the day off as did my sister. We had talked about going to Astoria for the day but it was supposed to rain for part of the day. Which is okay, if you're staying at the beach, but not if you're just going for the day.
So, she called and said she had a dream that we'd gone to Multnomah Falls for lunch and taken the scenic route home. So, we made her dream come true.
Mom came with as well and we had a great lunch at the Multnomah Falls Lodge. We walked up to the first viewing area and took some pictures of the fall--the second highest year-around fall in the United States--learned that on the paper placemat at lunch. It was a little overcast and chilly, but all-in-all, a great day in the Pacific Northwest.
Then we took the old Pacific highway home--which I don't remember ever doing before--and saw some smaller waterfalls. And then we stopped at Vista House and looked over the Columbia River basin. And saw a peek of a rainbow promising us sunny skies.
On the way home, we stopped in at the Troutdale outlet mall and did a small dose of shopping which is about all Deb and I will tolerate. This is probably about the time Mom was wishing our other sister had been able to join us. They are the shoppers.
But it was a great day--a Diamond Day.
Thank you, Liz, for that expression. I'm striving for more diamonds than stones. Sometimes you have to mine through the rocks to find them and they might just be a partial carrot--but it's worth the hunt.
Tell me, what makes a diamond day for you?