oregoner

Here I am, back from Hood to Coast, no house guests for the next twenty four hours, and the marathon of laundry and dishes I completed on Sunday ensure that house and home are now back to normal.

Something is still akilter, physically or mentally. After nearly thirty hours of running, living in a van with five other people on one hour of sleep, and eating some truly horrible food items manufactured specifically for such epic events... well, it's a bit difficult to cleave the fine line between the body and mind.

After breakfast with my dad and Karen at Junior's and the aforementioned household chores on Sunday, I arranged for Ted's birthday dinner to coincide with Julie's last dance with fried foods (for a while, anyways, after her gallbladder removal) at Russell Street Barbeque.

Monday was spent hanging out with my dad, his youngest sister Margaret, and her husband Bob. We got a late start, stopped at Vista House and Bonneville Dam, took the Bridge of the Gods up to Highway 14, stopped for lunch at a cafe in Trout Lake, and picked huckleberries on Mt Adams. We went home a faster route, through Hood River for a beer at Horsefeathers. The view from (and beer at) that place never fails to lull me into a deep, cushiony love for Oregon.