The kids and I slept in a bit on Day Two of The Unplanned-Plan, while Josh Downs sat downstairs in the lobby of The Oregon Hotel, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
And much to the delight of my three, littlest rug-rats, Skeeter had left out a plate full of giant muffins for breakfast.
And then we got dressed and headed over to the Assembly of Christ Church to do a bit of yard work for the pastor who we had met the night before at Open Gym. (One of the goals of our trip was to help out where we could, but just in 2-3 hour increments so we didn't burn out the kids on the idea of volunteer work.)
And after the work was done, the kiddos spent some time playing in a nearby gravel pile.
And then we drove out to the Painted Hills.
Where Josh Downs lit up the BBQ for lunch.
And then we said a sad farewell to Mitchell, Oregon. (Cole and Courtney are both planning to reside in Mitchell when they're grown-up.)
And we were on the road once again.
With a quick, hill-climbing pit-stop.
You can barely see them in the above shot, but Cole is helping Annie up the hill towards the lower right corner of the viewfinder. (That little climb ended in tears, with Annie hollering, "I nearly died!")
That's Yans, pouting after her 'near-death' experience.
And that's me, reveling in 30-minutes of peace & quiet while my family went inside to check out the John Day Fossil Beds Interpretive Center. (My wrinkles look so much better in B&W.)
And we also took a quick, cow-chasing pit-stop.
That's my husband chasing cows for sheer entertainment value.
And we took a quick, oversized-covered-wagon pit-stop as well.
And then we made our way to Sumpter, Oregon where we found a hotel and ordered a bunch of deep-fried bar-food to eat (because nothing else was open in town and nothing else was on the menu) while we watched Old Yeller before calling it a night.