Windmills galore

We broke camp early and headed toward home, planning a stop at the nearest restaurant for breakfast; it turned out out be 43 miles away in The Dalles. There are huge windmill farms in that area, way too many for my liking. Now back home, garden and flowerpots are thriving thanks to  daughters' help in watering. We both have sore leg muscles and bothersome bug bites still, a small price to pay for a wonderful time in the mountains.