I would like to start off by thanking this recent issue of US Weekly for making this journey possible. A sixteen hour round trip tested the limit of one new issue but we got it done. I say "we" because Husband also took part in reading this. Oh yes, yes he did and I have photographic evidence. You will see it later, as these pictures are in absolutely no sensible order as I lack the ability to upload photographic evidence using this free blog software in chronological order. Enjoy!
We saw this dude on the way home. He wasn't bad. TOTALLY into the women at the moment, if you know what I mean. 'Nuf said.
Saw this dude on our journey as well. He was quite the man.
No road trip can take place (in our pickup) without a visit to the ol' faithful! There are nights I lie awake, craving a baja chalupa. See, Lakeview, OR only has fine dining in the form of such establishments named Jerry's, Burger Queen (yes, Queen), The Dinner Bell or Tall Town. We aren't fortunate enough to reside in a town that has a Taco Bell! You get weird cravings living here. I also often crave warmth.
Tawny McFelder is a big deal co-pilot. She takes her duty seriously. Here, she is pictured looking down upon me for not taking her more seriously. Clearly.
Hour 12.
There's this giant mountain range between western and eastern Oregon, called the Cascades. Not sure if you've heard of it but it's a pretty big deal. Here's one of the larger hills... Mt. Hood? Or, something? I dunno, I tried to block out the horror this snow has caused me. Can't quite recall much from this part of the journey. The pass was wet pavement... but, it was still scary, recalling traumatic experiences from the past. Post traumatic stress syndrome they call it I believe. I don't want to talk about it anymore...
I often drive (and drink energy drinks) as I'm a control freak and Husband who rarely drives on inhabited roads, concerns me in regards to my mortality. Although, he is a great photographer and smart phone game player.
Those earrings are far too large to be driving down the road in. Note to self. Oh well, I lost one at my parent's house. I hope they find it. There are other times they would be appropriate.
This journey is so long, that we had to stop half way in Powell Butte, Oregon at a friend's place. This is what I woke up to there. I also discovered the electric blanket for the first time. Those things are pretty badass and I'm not sure why it took me 29 years to discover one. I'm going to Google shop the hell out of one and find one for myself. 
We were also in need of some revish. (see Guy on a Buffalo for translation) This is what it looks like when cowboys shop. Sorry it's blurry. We were moving so fast I couldn't help but get a blurry picture! 
We saw these two when we arrived in Bend. Apparently, when you have agitated Japanese (?) people on cell phones this can happen...
Ouch. Funny thing was, was the PT Cruiser in the middle had the least damage. Fairly certain it was the sheer luck the Japanese man most likely possessed from his blond hair. 
Oh yeah, we saw this dude too. He was hittin' on the women too. Pretty sure his pickup lines were no good as the does were leaving him. Jerk.
Eight hours is a long time to drive. Eight hours is a long time to drive with the Husband and three dogs. Eight hours is a long time to be doing anything besides sleeping. ENTER: the smart phone! Problems solved! Even the pass cleared for us on this journey! I like to attribute it to the smart phone and the peace it brought me. Even Tawny was complacent. 
Also, one last thank you to US Weekly. See, before these marvels, Husband would just stare at me and poke me for eight hours, expecting me to entertain him. (Consider photographic evidence, DELIVERED!)
It was crazy-psycho-windy on the way there. Husband took these pictures and told me of his days of a storm chaser (complete lie) and how this was the beginning of a tornado. In Oregon. Clearly.
This is half a lake bed, in the air. No big deal.
There some more deer out there and grass blown nearly flat by the crazy-psycho-wind. Husband had to tinkle here, said he was at the rear wheel and it landed at the front wheel. Gross, yet impressive. 
Asshole #1 on our journey. I wasn't even 50 miles out of town. I guess we didn't even have to blame the west side of the state for rude drivers. They were right in our back yard the whole time! This doesn't mean I'd rather be there though. Don't get my wrong, love my family but Olympia, WA proves to test my limits to this day. I don't recommend visiting if you enjoy no traffic and polite shopping experiences.
I leave you with this parting wisdom, acquired from a rest area bathroom stall (where all great wisdom is derived). Consider your mind blown. Until my next journey, or relatively interesting experience!
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