I have a mind like a steel sieve
Attention youngsters; one reason you want to develop habits of good hygiene is because you will come to a point in your life when you can't remember if you have brushed your teeth or not. If you have that sort of thing set up in auto-pilot, you will be more pleasant to visit. Thank God for routine! If I had to remember every day to feed the cats, unload the dishwasher, have breakfast, get dressed, I'd be starving and naked until the cats devoured me.
LG and I did as well. 3 1/2 hours one way through breathtaking scenery. I grew up in the Sisters area, so was able to identify passing scenery. Depoe lake, Three Fingered Jack (a mountain peak) Mt Adams, Suttle Lake, Black Butte. The bus was big and we sat quite high, so the views were stunning. We passed through an area that burned over about 8 years ago, and everyone got quiet at the sight of all the dead trees still standing amidst the underbrush that was coming back with enthusiasm.
One of the fun things for me was the skinny old cowboys from the church who were standing around to help keep the tables clear and clean, and help people find places to sit. I grew up around skinny old cowboys. It made my heart happy to see them.
Among the displays at the show was this quilted car cozy. Behind it, in the upper left of the photo, you can see a bit of the quilted hot air balloon.
Poor LG had to put up with my reminiscing as we wandered around a town that has tripled in size since I was a tyke. "I remember when this was just a dirt street. In fact, I remember when they graveled it to cut down the dust." "I remember when that hotel had the best ice cream in the county." I remember the house that used to be in this vacant lot. It was white with yellow trim." Why do I do this? It's not as if my memories are of interest to anyone else. Who cares about the house that used to be on that vacant lot? It's not as if there's a story attached. But I couldn't help myself. The hot dry air on my skin, the scent of juniper and pine, the angle of the sunlight and the blueness of the sky . . . it was a continual trip over memory lane. And then, those skinny old cowboys . . .