According to the poet Robert Burns, The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley. Or in modern English:
But Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
Burns’ poem describes our day even though he wrote in 1785. Our plans were left in rain-soaked incompleteness. We got an early start from Boise in the dark. When we reached the exit for the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center we got off the freeway to discover that it didn’t open until an hour later. This hour later reared its head again at the Pendelton Woolen Mill. I thought Kay would like the outlet store and I would like the factory tour. The tour started an hour later and the outlet prices were still outrageous. To make matters more inconvenient, the app that highlighted the mill fed the wrong address into the GPS. It turns out the mill is not in the middle of an empty farm field. We traveled through the beautiful Columbia River Gorge or at least the map said we did; we saw just clouds, mist, and rain.
On the plus side we were able to stop in Portland to visit Steve and Ruthanne who were visiting their daughter.