We stayed at a fire lookout in Eastern Oregon. It was great, and also kind of scary climbing the rickety stairs the first time. But then, the beauty of the place took away any thoughts of the possibility of plunging to one's death. Nature is cool that way.
The lookout had an American flag inside! OC has had a thing for American flags since she was a toddler. I have no idea why, nor do I remember how it got started but to this day she is fascinated and enamored with the stars and stripes.
One fine evening on top of Fall Mountain with wildfire smoke in the distance, happily digesting our s'mores.
2 comments:
Aw, she's so cute. I'm jealous of all the travelling you get to do. Want to trade? I have chairs! Or cat litter!
My husband lived in Eugene and loved it (Which frankly, is weird because he's a libertarian). If I ever moved away, that is probably where we would end up.
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