The journey was fabulous: Freedom from obligation, freedom to stay or leave, to drive or gawk, get up early or sleep late. It was a necessary holiday. We had been on the road for two weeks and each new place was amazing, but each confirmed that life in Iowa was, for me, a better option.
An idyllic picture of Oregon has been building in my mind since my last trip west, made prettier and more enticing by dark Iowa winters. Ocean, mountains, waterfalls, trees and moss and green green green! So what if it rains? I’ll stay inside and read a book. (In fact, the first rain drop in the two weeks we’d been travelling came down in OR.) I don’t have the words to describe its natural beauty, so thank goodness for digital cameras.
Round two brought us to OMSI (and their Chronicles of Narnia exhibit!!), the historic Pittock Mansion, the International Rose Test Garden in full bloom, every open gallery in the Pearl, and on a hike with sweet Sadie through a maze of trails in the hilly woods behind our temporary home on Aspen Avenue. We started to plan our next trip to Oregon, which we imagined would be a more permanent situation and which involved us earning a living by bike taxi-ing people and selling ads on the back of our three wheeled bike cab. Just until Emily gets a job at Powell’s and I get hired at PAM.