Harvest Festival in HR

We made our annual trek to Hood River for the Harvest Festival. Even in rain, the place stays magical. I was convinced the universe was telling us to go, despite the rain, as the sun followed us along the highway and to the pumpkin farm....and then it rained....but then sun came back.  Frances choose a VERY interesting outfit today. That said, she looked appropriate in Hood River -- she looked like a snowboarder from Government Camp that came down for some good beer...foreshadowing? Henry's BFF from school was also there, which was a special treat.  Last year Maggie was just a little bundle in the Bjorn and this year she was stepping on pumpkins. Oh the difference a year makes!