*SNEAK PEEK* These two, their hearts, their attitudes and perspective on life...these two are pure GOLD 💕 Love you M + C 😍
Oh ya know...it's a total sweat pants & top knot kinda day around here. Answering emails, social media organizing & thinking about all the yummy Thanksgiving foods Im looking forward to! I love sweet potatoes, green bean casserole & of course PIE! Whats your go to EASIEST recipe for Turkey Day?
I got the pleasure of joining a ladies only hike last week to one of the places I’d been dying to see since we moved here, Blue Pool!
It was everything I imagined and more, and I can’t wait to take the family. Those fall colors though!
We ended this hike with another first for me, a dip in a hot spring! We may have to take the RV to Belknap on our way out of Central Oregon, it’s beautiful.
Two things checked off my bucket list in one day, and many more to go! I’m so ready to hit the road...
Thoughtfulness...it's a word that we have been saying, talking about & practicing around here lately...all 3 of us. Really...it's what we all need to practice more of in our day to day life. November is a wonderful way to begin the small, or grand acts of thoughtfulness and get in a habit of practicing it daily. How do you practice thoughtfulness?
I think I'll drive out to Eugene, get a slide-in camper for
My truck, pack a bamboo rod, hip boots, a book of flies from
A Missoula pawn shop, rub mink oil into the cracked leather,
Wonder about the old guy who tied these trout chew flies.
They work good. Take along my Gibson JF45 made by women
During World War II, coffee stained stack of maps, a little
Propane stove, a pile of old quilts, a can opener, kipper
Snacks, smoked oysters, gun powder tea, a copper teapot, and
A good sharp knife.
Sometimes you have to go - look for your life.
I'll park by some rivers, cook up some rice and beans, read
Ferlinghetti out loud, talk to the moon tell, her all my
Life tales, she's heard them many times. I'll make up some
New juicier parts, drink cold whiskey from a tin cup, sit in
A lawn chair and fiddle with my memories, close my eyes and
See. Sometimes you gotta go not look for nothin'. The Northwest is good, once you get off I-5 and wander up
And down the Willamette dammit, on the back back roads. I
Know a few people who'd let me park in their drive, plug in
For a night or two, stay up late, and talk about these crazy
Times - the blandification of our whole situation. And then
Back to the woods. A dog is bound to find me sooner or
Later. Sometimes you gotta not look too hard - just let the
Dog find you.
Then head south and east, maybe through Nevada, the
Moonscape of Utah. Stay in some weird campground where
Rodney and Marge keep an eye on things. Everybody's got a
Story, everybody's got a family, and a lot of them have
RV's. I'm on my way to the Ozarks, to the White River and
The Kern. Those small mouth are great on a fly rod. And
They're not all finicky like trout. Trout are English and
Bass are Polish. And if I wasn't born in Central Europe I
Should have been. Maybe it's not too late. Sometimes you
Have to dream deep to find your real life at all.
I might go on over through Memphis. I played a wedding at
The Peabody Hotel once twenty odd years ago, and everybody
Danced. Usually they just set there and stare. A few at
Least sway. The roads are stupid crowded everywhere. Kids
Coming along are used to it -