After Portland we went to the Washington coast, where it was driving rain for two days. We took a walk on the beach in spite of the weather until K balked and refused to go any further, and M went back to our house with her. I imagined what my grandfather would have thought about the weak youth of America. L and I continued on for an hour or so and it just kept getting nicer. At this point it was L, me, and a couple of unnecessary umbrellas. Two days later we took K to the doctor and discovered she had pneumonia. What a wimp!
