Ducky's Oregon Adventures

My friend Liza forwarded me a rubber duck in the mail, to which I first thought, somebody got the wrong address. But after reading the notes in the envelope, I figured it out. An elementary school class in Iowa is seeing the world through little rubber ducks by sending them all over the country/world. (I suppose this is how Iowans experience culture beyond the Great, Expansive Plains. I can dig it.)

Up above is Ducky in the wet and wild forests near one of nineteen Lost Lakes in Oregon. So, I'm not sure which Lost Lake we were at, but it was on the way to the beach--we were looking at campsites for Sam's Boy Scout troop (he's the new Scoutmaster).

Me and Ducky @ the Willamette River.

This was like passing on fermenting Friendship Bread or forward-this-spam-or-you'll-never-find-love-and-will-die-young e-mails--only more fun and without fatal consequences. We were instructed to introduce this rubber duck to Oregon and send some photos to the class. Sam and I were really excited to take Sully out to see the world so here are more adventures with Ducky in our beautiful Oregon home:

Ducky in the twiggy winter woods.

Ducky in a mossy nest.

Ducky in the Oregon jungle.

Ducky at the Willamette River park near our house.

Sam saves Ducky from floating away down the river.

No, we're not burning Ducky. He watched Sam build a fire to heat up our lunch. Smokey homemade pizza warmed on the rocks = deeelish.

Ducky at Lake Oswego's historic Iron Smelter.

And, of course, we took Ducky with us to get surfries at the Giant. See him in the corner?