Three mid-level arguments, two days of driving, and one saddle-sore preschooler later we are in Bend, OR. It was a very, very long road... but also beautiful.
Daddy-O and I have officially fallen in love. With Oregon. I think I want to move to Oregon. Big surprise for a Californian to move to Oregon. I hate to be a cliche. But Daddy-O says he would be content to fly fish up here on a regular basis. Humph! I'm one of those all or nothing type of girls.
We stopped by The Fishin Hole Fly Shop in an awesome little town on the Rogue River called Shady Cove. It was a fly shop / delicatessen / gift shop. The owner gave Danny a little fishing bobber/indicator thingy (whatever! I am not required to know what it is called) and a push-up pop. We spent an inordinate amount of time there but I was happy to do it. Because... I found my first major Christmas gift in the gift shop. Shhhhhhh. It's for Daddy-O.
Just past Shady Cove we ran across this gorgeous little strip of the Rogue.
Danny and Ben were sooooo happy to see each other. They slept in their own sleeping bags yet their heads were drawn together in the night. Even in sleep they missed each other.
Also, thank you for the kind words about my motherly confessions. It's nice to think that perhaps I am not the only one who feels just so.