Portlandia.

Thanks to my father-in-law, Mr. Hilton Honors himself, Jordan, Parks and I recently scored a great deal and spent a long, restful weekend sleeping in, watching The Muppet Movie, and ordering take-out in the world's largest hotel suite. We are most definitely the poorest people who have ever stayed in Room 629, but boy was it a treat. 

On Sunday, we drove across the bridge, into the city of bridges, to enjoy a brisk morning adventuring around Washington Park. After meandering our way up a windy hill and gawking at the tree lined streets and perfectly manicured Queen Anne-esque homes plotted along the hill, we made our way into the zoo. I'm not the biggest fan of animals, especially when caged in dismal looking display cases, but the look on Park's face when he saw the black bears, fish, and sea otter made a morning with staged mother nature and all of her unhappily captive species well worth it. 

// A few snapshots from our time in Vancouver+Portland //

Nothing says hotel living at it's finest quite like grainy camera phone selfies!

He could not get enough of this view. And I could not get enough of his mullet.

Dad, on the other hand, couldn't grab his beard trimmer quick enough. 

Don't ask for an after picture. We'll just say it's a damn good thing dad's not aspiring to be a barber. 

 I bet this guy never let his dad shave his toddler mullet.

Park and the polar. 

Park and the parents.

One more grainy selfie for the memory books.