Adventure 947: Bye Bye Sawyer/60

Sadly, we took Sawyer to the airport this morning so he could return to Portland. Short (or no) vacations are the bane of the working man, but fortunately he's young enough to endure the forty degree drop in temperature. He's already planning his return trip next year. To send him off we had a feast last night that included marinated skirt steak, flour tortillas, Spanish rice, sautéed peppers and onions, refried beans, Mexican coleslaw, fried plantains, and BBQd pineapple. Of course we had red salsa and green salsa, guacamole, and plenty of good cheer. We maxed our seating out at ten diners. Along with Sawyer, there was Uncle Kel and his wife Miss Karen, and two of Angela's friends (Kate and Becky) joined the party. Sawyer enjoyed perfect Tucson weather while he was here, and he got to see a few Tucson highlights, so even though we were sad to see him go life is good, especially today.

It's hard to get everyone in a group selfie. You can barely see Becky's arm.

Kel listening to the wisdom of his 21 year old nephew.

Angela and Kate waxing wise, most likely planning future adventures.

There's Sawyer and Becky caught in a candid in the back.

Falcon testing the fried plantains.

Selfie of the day: Silly Willies.

Sawyer got to enjoy a Tucson delicacy: The Sonoran Hot Dog.

And we caught the sunset at Gates Pass.

This is us perched on the rocks like Native Americans of old waiting for the sun to go down.

Go West young man; that's where the adventures lie.