Yesterday we hooked up and headed out of scrubby, Ponderosa pine laden high desert Bend, Oregon.
We headed through the Cascade Mountains, big snow capped peaks and brilliant yellow leaves, to pick up Tristan in the great city of Portland, 11,000′ Mt. Hood looming. This morning we pointed her south and watched the mountains from a distance, oranges and yellows and a few reds exploding along the highway all the while, until we found ourselves in the redwoods. Minutes later we were on the coast, the Pacific Ocean crashing over stacks of volcanic rock left dotting the water.
This state has it all. It’s currently at #1 on a list that has no real second place. Oregon is, simply, the best.