So here is a tale,
Epic, but true
Of my trip to So-Cal
Written down for you
It starts out in Salem
Such a fine town indeed
And 28 hours later,
From the train I was freed
Of this long ride
Not much can be said,
But for want of a better seat partner
I wished to smack him on the head.
For never such a pompous
Man have I met-
He fancied himself
Better than the rest
And when it came time
To un-board the train
My request for help with bags
Was met with disdain
To add grief to my mood
Once I got to the station
I found that my checked bags
Had not found their destination
But don't fret dear reader,
No, do not fear,
For my story gets better
of my two day stay here.
We came back the next day
My cousin and I
To find two boxes had arrived
The third still being sly
So to the beach we did roam
And many pictures we took
If you'd like to see them,
They're on my Facebook.
While in the water that noon
The ocean clear as day,
With my eyes I did spot
A baby sting ray!
While a marvelous sight,
One I'd never seen before,
I hopped out of the water
Lest my foot receive a sore.
After our play time,
We discovered hunger
And for my first time
Went to In-N-Out Burger
My dear cousin Stefanie
From the mother of a friend
Received many apples
So I pie I did blend!
All by myself
Was the recipe made
Crusts included,
with my memory's aid.
Once out of the oven
And cooled just quite right,
The deliciousness was evident
From the very first bite.
The next morning was my last
Of my trip to California
We thought to see Hollywood
Was a marvelous idea.
But oh the traffic-
We were not prepared
So from walking around
We were completely spared.
Visit we did,
But in drive-by form
So to leave for LAX
I did not long mourn.
Early we did arrive
To where from I would leave
Thanks to the carpool lane
Into which we did weave.
Inside the airport
I traveled alone
This was the first time
I had by myself flown.
Three hours of waiting
Before I got on the plane
Thank goodness I had my Kindle
To entertain my brain.
Once the plane had been boarded
My trip seemed quite short
It wasn't long until
We got into port.
From there it was Tanner
In his Honda Accord
Who picked me up from the airport
And to Newberg I was restored.
And so of my trip
I have but one thing to say:
I like Oregon weird!
California can keep its L.A.
2011