Part of my process in getting ready to move to Nepal has been doing lots of thinking about home. One thing I wanted to make sure to do was to visit my literal home so I took a trip through the high desert in Central Oregon where I grew up with Brian. We headed east from there through much more desert to a place that is furthest in the United States from any freeway. Sagebrush, pine needles, deer, cold nights, dust, open spaces, mountains, moments of pure silence, road trips. These are among the things that are home to me.
Mt Jefferson
Pine trees that I grew up with.
A big horned sheep hanging out on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere visiting from the mountains. A rare sight indeed.
An upside-down figure/petroglyph drawn onto a rock at Petroglyph Lake in Eastern Oregon. From thousands of years ago.
Antelope!!!
I love deer. I seem to see them everywhere these days. They keep me good company.
Pine trees that I grew up with.
Antelope!!!
I love deer. I seem to see them everywhere these days. They keep me good company.
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