When you had a morning like we did the day before, you earned a little in-room feast. And on a beautiful Oregon morning like this, it gave us the perfect excuse to wake up a little earlier, take our time, and leisurely poke forks into a $14 omelette. [Soaking up some Oregonian sun.]
Sunset in a roadside orchard.
[Banana Republic jacket + Daughters of the Revolution dress + Kors fringed boots] Just as our fantastic, 3-hour long tour/tasting at Willamette Valley Vineyards was wrapping up, the wounded soldier pictured above was starting to pull herself back together. No, really—I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. But the sun was setting and the air was cool and… View Post
Minor stumbling block on the Oregon Trail.
Cue a really big “womp, womp” horn right here. Last night, we had the equivalent of 3 rotted buffalos, a snapped axles, 2 broken wagon wheels, one of our mules collapsed, and all the children were wiped out with dysentery. Actually, only I was wiped out. I came down with something right after dinner that apparently is going around. Something… View Post
Oregon: day 1.
Today’s photo-taking has ranged from the super touristy to the inside of a Dairy Queen bathroom. Let’s see what we’ve got so far:
Desperately seeking: summer feet.
[Took the old girl out for a spin this morning.] My cousin Spencer (RIP, handsomest one, xo) used to always tell me about Summer Feet. A tanned, stunningly good looking lifeguard, he spent lots of time at the beach and knew much about these things. A trusted source, if you will. I was trailing behind him one day at the… View Post