I swear on all that is holy we’ll be done talking about two-month old vacations before 2016. But really, when you enjoy something so much, why stop talking about it? Like ever, you know?
On this fine Wednesday, we pay tribute to our veterans. Just two days ago, I was honored to have been asked to take some photos during a service in remembrance of my Uncle Jim, a veteran of the United States Army. He served our country from 1964-1967, stationed both in Germany and Vietnam during his tenure. Continue reading
There are so many different ways to frame up this little audio clip. And if you don’t have smart enough tools to give it a listen, well, I’m just sorry in advance.
The one specific quote that continually sticks out for me is when CJ is in the midst of his story and he says, ‘Again, like I always do … I went for honor and glory.’
Holy.cow. How many times have I let the fear of going for the long shot stop me? And yet, my nine (almost ten?!) year-old doesn’t hesitate. Like he always does. Because he really wants it. It’s so easy. #amiright?
And how true is that for you? What’s your honor and glory shot? What would it take for you to just step out in faith and see where you land? I literally just saw someone post this quote from Erin Hanson:
“What if I fall? Oh,but my darling,what if you fly?”
Find that child-like faith within yourself and just dare to fly. I know it’s advice I have to give myself con.stant.ly. And there is a LOT (like, a lot) to be afraid of. But just what if? What if we make the shot?
And imagine, if you take and make that shot as Connor did, you, too, could go home with your very own … stuffed bat.
Disclaimer: He totally knew I was recording him and I totally sound like a dork. But, he was that excited and I really do think he’s simply amazing.
I am acutely aware that summer has come to an end. But, but, but! We did some cool stuff and I want to share it with you all. And by you all, I mean that one person that might still know how to find me here.
Last December, Connor and I talked about his desire to study marine biology. In college. In nine years. So, naturally, we started checking out schools. One can never be too prepared. I had to break the news that he might have to look outside of the mitten to find a good program given … you need water. Especially if you like sharks. The top school on the list we found? University of Oregon.
Fast forward to this summer and I knew I wanted to get a few days away with CJ. Somewhere new and somewhere where exploration is encouraged. He was (and is) still talking about marine biology so I thought it only appropriate that we find our way to Oregon. I got a decent deal on tickets and started planning out our journey. I knew that UofO was definitely a stop, but what else? There is so much to see, obvs. And guess how I know that?! Instagram. I mean, #awesome, right? There were several locations I’d seen tagged before from some of my fave PNW photogs and I hoped that we could find a way to squeeze them in while we were there.
I surprised Connor a few weeks in advance by showing him a map of the state with a crazy, wild route drawn around it. He was like, ‘ummm, mom? i can’t drive.’ So I says to him, ‘don’t you worry, little one. mama’s got this.’
When I booked flights, I found a trip that would route us from Detroit to Denver to our final destination in Portland. Our first trip would start super early out of Detroit and the good news is I have the greatest parents on the planet who offered to drive us over so 1) we could sleep in the car and 2) save the expense of parking in Detroit. #forthewin
We left out of Detroit at 6:00 a.m. on Wednesday, September 2. We arrived in Denver with enough time to get some snacks and coffee. Duh. It’s strange to leave somewhere at 6 a.m. and fly across the country arriving before 10:00 a.m. local time. Thankfully, the car rental company was in the airport and when they shared that my vehicle was looking like a Toyota Corolla but they were running a special on a Subaru Outback, I quickly forked over the additional cash. It’s a Subaru. We’ll be in the mountains. Lord only knew what He would be putting in my path. And we all know that Subarus save lives. Just look at me.
When we left the airport, because I’m nothing if but weird, I told CJ it was time for a haircut. He needed one. Badly. And I just desperately needed to wash my hair. We found a super slick barber shop in downtown Portland and although I think they understood just how weird I was, they still obliged by washing my hair and blowing it dry. I’ll tell you that I’ve NEVER had such a lovely hair wash. EVER. They were very sweet boys.
You know what’s neat about Portland? Gluten free eats. Everywhere. We found this awesome bakery just a few blocks away from our barber dudes and walked over. The bakery was completely gluten free so we had full lunches but also? A s’mores cupcake. CJ was one.happy.camper. He’s so patient with his inability to eat most awesome desserts, but when the opportunity presented itself, you betcha he snagged it.
After our freshly did hair and lunch, we headed out for a day’s worth of driving. I booked our stays on airbnb.com. I can’t even tell you how nervous I was that this would be a complete bust. I knew CJ wasn’t entirely in agreement that staying anywhere but a hotel made sense. But, I’d heard good things and I found some neat places that lined up nicely with our route. Our first stay would be in Hood River just north of Mt. Hood. I’d hoped that day to get out to Multnomah Falls and check out the Columbia Gorge. We headed out along the highway that splits Oregon and Washington and rain threatened. I found the scenic route because … I would, and couldn’t get over how green and lush it all was. The trees! They were humongous.
Our first stop outside of the city was at Wahkeena Falls. It looked as though it could still rain but we were
stupid brave and trekked out. Walking up to a waterfall is nothing short of amazing. I felt this wave of anticipation because, well, I kind of have a thing for waterfalls. It’s like this little gift from the Lord because He felt like providing reminders of what sheer strength looks like. The path was pretty short to get up in front of the main part of the falls and you know how I love steps anyway. The good ol’ Fitbit was lovin’ me now. Connor found some wicked huge leaves as well because. Trees.
We decided to keep trekking because a sign said the trail led to Multnomah Falls. Yay for more steps! We were definitely going up. And not in a linear-type fashion. It started to rain for real as it had been sprinkling. And then it started to become even more real. We saw a man dressed and ready for hiking and asked how far the trail went and he said, ‘oh, about 8 miles thataway.’ So we turned around and headed back to our car. soaking.wet. It was hilarious. Connor changed quick and I just sucked it up because that’s how I do.
We drove the very short distance by car (.25 miles) to Multnomah Falls and holy man. I’ve never seen anything that took my breath away (outside of meeting Connor for the first time a’course). It was like looking at a painting. You really couldn’t even sense the movement. It was just so still and absolutely majestic. We took a few pics and ‘hiked’ up to the walking bridge foregoing the mile trek up to the top. But what we saw? Worth it.
We continued East passing by Ainsworth State Park (cute) and for some crazy reason, I had envisioned a very specific turn-out to see the Columbia River Gorge. I mean, I was driving right next to it but surely there was a place to stop. Right? So, I did what any person in this century would do and Google mapped it. We drove in what seemed like a relatively strange direction because we were sort of angling away from the gorge, but I followed the map because, well, Google. Ultimately, we found ourselves in someone’s driveway up on a side road with very little signal … making the trek back down the hill a little challenging. #drivingblindly
You know what’s fun about scenic routes? Finding the little things you hadn’t planned to find. Like this bridge, for instance. For $1, you can drive into Washington. So, we did. I stopped and took a photo and then we drove back (for another $1).
And then we happened upon the most beautiful view of windsurfers. Ever. In the history of the world. Apparently, it’s hugely popular there because of the wind you can catch in the gorge. Makes sense.
We continued East once we got back down the hillside (which was actually quite amazing) and stopped in a little town called Dalles. Turns out, it’s the county seat and a beautiful little historic community. We stopped at a gas station and I asked the clerk (good riddance, Google map) where the best spot was to see the gorge. And of course she knew, because she’s a local! Before we got back in the car, we had to get coffee. Yes. Again.
It wasn’t too long and we’d reached Rowena where I’m happy to say we found the very best view of the gorge. And of this amazing horseshoe part of the road we’d just traveled.
Once we’d finally gotten to the gorge (you know, the place we drove along all day but I didn’t realize was without an address in Google maps?), we continued along the scenic route to our first airbnb experience in Hood River. We stayed with THE nicest couple. They lived right next to an organic pear farm (Asian pears) and welcomed us (along with their three dogs) for the evening. Jess had more than enough recommendations for great local fare and gave us some ideas about the best route to take for day 2 of our trip. She reminded me so much of my friend, Robin. So warm and friendly.
We ate dinner out that evening and it felt like a little date. Except that Connor wanted to play on the playground equipment just along the river by the restaurant. It was getting pretty chilly by the end of the evening and it felt like we’d been up for 75 hours so we were in bed by 11. The second room hadn’t been rented so we had the bathroom to ourselves and the option to sleep separately but noooooohohoho. Connor’s acceptance of the airbnb arrangement sort of hinged on us having to share a bed. We’re just snuggly like that. #dontjudgeme
The adventure continues soon. I just had time to get through day 1 photos … almost two months post-vaca. Oh well.
Here’s a teaser, though. When I woke up on day 2, this is what I saw.
I watched the tears roll down my dear cousin’s face last month as she watched our grandma learn the names and roles of everyone in the room. The whole family (like, literally) was home to celebrate Alyssa’s (my favorite oldest niece) graduation. Sidenote. Whaaaat? How can my six-year-old niece be ready for college? #sad
Guess what? I’m divorced.
Ok, fine. I am dating myself. I mean, I am outdated. I mean, ugh, never mind.
On May 22, 1998, I graduated from high school. If you do the math, that would make me … upset with you. Don’t do that. Continue reading
So, there’s this guy … his name is Daren. Some may call him Forrest, but that’s only part of his story.
When I first heard about Daren Wendell, I’m pretty sure he was in the middle of a run somewhere. Sure, lots of folks run. I even run sometimes. I know … hard to believe. But, Daren runs for a purpose; to bring awareness to the world’s water crisis. And for every $40 he is able to capture as a result of his crazy pursuits, he ensures clean drinking water for another human being. For life. For.life. Continue reading
You know what’s funner than fun? Taking a two+ hour drive with a couple of girlfriends into the city for an overnight adventure. With no real agenda.