I flew out with friends to Oregon. It was a mini-reunion, like the old days from college when we were on the crew team together, though the welcome addition of laughing children to the mix reminded us we were not kids anymore, but in a mysterious twist of fate had somehow become responsible adults. Well, they had, anyway.
We spent most of the time in Bend, Oregon, which is where I would imagine Hunter S. Thompson living now, instead of his Aspen, Colorado hide-away. The change in the landscape is stark as you drive from big-city Portland, through the densest of moss-covered mountain forests, into the high desert of sagebrush. We skiied on an extinct volcano, and hiked on lava flows. This was definately not Kansas, or New Jersey for that matter.
The first photo is the brilliant morning sun hitting mist in the trees.
The rest of the photos are at my Picasa Web Albums.
