Coming home

In case you were worried, we all made it to Portland, and most of us made it back.

Brian and I are out though, and we just left, after conference, wedding, and lots of awesome times with friends old and new.

I might never have left Portland without that cup of coffee that arrived crazy early from Joel, when I was still in my sleeping bag (Brian is an early riser, and had already packed up most of our sleeping stuff, and was waiting for me to get into the car)

And I want to say that I hate, have always hated and probably, though no guarantee, will always hate crocs,

but they have been my trusty footwear for the past few weeks, and will be for the next month or so. They let me in to places that would never allow me to show up barefoot.

Mt. Hood...

A foraged purslane sandwich and a french novel. Best lunch ever.

Start of the Mirror lake hike: A quaint one person bridge, unless you are two very small people.

 It wasn't even cold! (he said)

Theo disagreed: He was cold after falling in:

Last night we made a lovely fire, just from sticks the kids found while Brian went for a "short" (8 mile) run to some hot springs...