Sunday Adventure | Gorge Hiking

Though Sunday started with thunder and rain, we didn't let it stop our outdoor Sunday adventure. With packed lunches and rain-gear, we enjoyed a starbucks sugar kick along the way, and headed out I-84. We stopped for a waterfall-filled hike just past the well-known Multnomah Falls. I much preferred this "Horse Trail Falls" hike compared to the packed Multnomah falls paths. The views of the gorge were beautiful, the paths quiet and private. We hiked around numerous waterfalls and creeks- they seemed to be around every corner. Most of all, I was with my sweetheart, and that's all that mattered. 

I want to remember our sweet conversations about our silly high school dating days and what we see ourselves doing 10 years from now. Sweet conversations indeed. And, no better place to have them than hand in hand in the Oregon beauty. It certainly felt like Fall and made me anxious for cool, fall days that always seem to make me more productive.

Hope you had a great weekend!

 

Grandma time

From the time I was a very young girl, Grandma and I have had a special bond. She does with each of us in different ways. She taught me to sew, braid, and burn cookies. She never put up with any wining or complaining- both of which my family would tell you I'm a pro at. Many used to call her Sergeant (though my granddad was the actual Air Force Sergeant). Her house was (and still is) one of adventure, activity, strict organization, cleanliness, and complete creativity. It was always yes ma'am and yes sir- though the Oregonian in me has seemed to fade that southern gal away as the years go on. No matter where we lived (Texas, Boston, the Philippines, Washington, or Oregon), Grandma has stayed ever in touch, involved, and present. From our motor home cross-country trips, to being there with her and my Aunt for my Granddad's last breaths, my memories are both some of the happiest and saddest. It seems that most of our visits over the past few years have been tearful ones. Much to catch up on, much to mourn over, much to dig deep into our hearts about. Telling her that we were expecting was one of my favorite moments- even though it was just over the phone. She knows my heart so well. She knew it was such a happy blessing. It took me a long while to be able to call instead of just text after the miscarriage. I know she was hurting too, and that was enough. But, alas' she came up for an Oregonian visit. That Texas scorching heat is enough to send me away for a few days too.

Bright and early Friday morning, we headed out to Suavie Island Farms as I knew she would enjoy the drive and pretty sights along the way- let alone at the actual farm. The flowers were magnificent. Variety galore! We came home with peaches and great plans for what we would do with them.

All in all, we seem to be all caught up. At least for now...

Weekend at the mountain

We all need a weekend at the mountain, right? Thankfully, there are a few mountains to choose from in the pacific northwest. Seriously, such a blessing to live here. I grow more and more in love with Oregon every summer. Maybe that is because I know it won't forever be home. At least for a time it won't. But, maybe we'll return after Andrew's Air Force years... we'll see! Now, back to the weekend... It was so great. 

Andrew's family is amazing and plans little getaways during the year. Rest, fun, great food, awesome company, and beautiful scenery every time. We met the group up near Mt. Hood this weekend and enjoyed a lovely house/cabin with a tranquil creek running through the back yard.

 

I don't have many photos from the house or the creek on my camera. But, the creek was probably my favorite part and definitely worth remembering, We put on our tennis-shoes and began to hike up the creek. No plan in mind- just wade through the rushing water and don't slip on the mossy rocks. With the help of walking sticks, we eventually (& very slowly) made it to a rather deep spot. The perfect swimming hole. Mind you- I am not a fan of water that isn't clear. If I can see the bottom clearly, I'm fine. This creek was crystal clear and simply gorgeous. I was first to jump into the freezing "swimming hole." The laughter that came over me from both the strange sensation of the cold taking my breath away and the strong current forcing me backwards was for some reason undeniably hilarious. At least to me. Thankfully, this was a safe spot and we were in no danger- but trying to swim upstream and making zero progress was for some reason so much fun. The boys from the bank eventually joined me- maybe my laughter made it look like enough fun to freeze their buns off. But, fun it was. So very much fun. I can't remember the last time I genuinely laughed like that. I think it was much needed. So, thank you, cold creek and quick current. Thank you for the good time.

We headed up to the historic Timberline Lodge with most of the family (Andrew stayed behind to get some work done). It was such a beautiful day!

As you could see, we rode the lift up and enjoyed the gorgeous views, snow, and fresh air. There were games, movies, naps, and I even squeezed a craft in there over the 2 days. It truly was a great weekend, and I'm so glad we could join the rest of the family. So thankful for this time near them. Now off to a busy week and more family coming to town... guests make summer that much more fun. See you soon Grandma!