This is my view out the living room window of Adam's parent's home in Bend, OR. I've talked at length about how much I love this mountain town, and this weekend is no exception.
The boys are off riding dirt bikes on unpaved mountain roads, the dogs went for a walk this morning along the Deschutes River and are currently snoring loudly next to the potbelly stove. I've read one book already, and am working on my second.
The weather hit 70 yesterday and we lounged on the porch drinking beer and soaking up the much missed vitamin D. Later we wandered downtown for "First Friday," ducking in and out of galleries, listened to live music, and even found ourselves at the Tour Du Chocolate. Also known as my idea of heaven.
Oh, and we also saw this.
Yes, that is a bar, on wheels, that you just run and hop on. Once you're on you're expected to contribute to the forward momentum of the bar by pedaling.
I want one.
We were in such need for a vacation, this one in particular. The timing truly couldn't have come at a better time. We needed to escape to a place unlike home where we could relax, let our minds wander, and forget for just a long weekend the impending to-do list and the crazy that waits before us.
We don't leave till Monday, and I wish we weren't leaving till the Monday three weeks from now.
I know I've said this before, but I'll say it again.
Please, don't make me leave.