Maybe this sounds too simple but I felt like I was entering God's country as I entered the wonderful state of Oregon. The trees were happier, the forests stood taller, and the people seemed to drop all pretenses. By the time we had reached Corvallis we had passed endless rows of mountains, meadows, valleys, bridges, and forested byways.
At the ocean the water was especially cold for a summer. The kelp made a great jump rope for the group of us. And entering the water until the knees were numb felt great. It made the picnic and games at the beach even more warming. With our family we sang, played piano, played drums, and frolicked through their lives at bit.
Julie and I danced to a small dance band with piano, drums, stand up string bass, trumpet, and saxophone / clarinet. The next morning we played racquetball and literally forgot the time. I think we will always carry a bit of Oregon with us wherever we go.
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