Do You Hear What I Hear?

Our family took advantage of unseasonably warm February weather today to climb Pilot Butte together. We arrived at the top, breathless and in awe of the beauty of the Central Oregon landscape wrapped 360 degrees around us. We could see various familiar spots all over town, and the open range beyond it. Blue-gray clouds hung heavily over the nearest mountains, and we could see a wall of rain spreading slowly across the land towards us. As we paused to admire the rays of "heavenly" sunshine breaking through the clouds to the west, even the chaotic sounds of the city directly below seemed muffled and distant.



But not to Hannah.



Ever observant, she keyed in on the characteristic sound of a Harley Davidson gunning away in the distance. Turning quickly in that direction, she pointed and exclaimed, "Hey! I hear pooping over there!"