In which we hang out in Oregon City.

Totes naturale, in which we

oogle a waterfall,
drink some coffee (some of us),
climb three billion stairs,
ride an elevator,
drink some more coffee (one of us),
drink some hot chocolate (all of us),
run into an old friend from Sweden,
and watch a pretend Santa arrive at a Christmas tree lighting.

Hint to the Big Man's work crew: if you arrive in a caravan of fire trucks instead of flying reindeer, I just can't take you seriously. But aside from that, nice job faking your way through.