I Know Where I've Been . . .

. . . and I know where I'm going, but I don't know where I am . . .

I said this to my husband as we drove from the Columbia Gorge area of Oregon on our way to Sunriver, OR yesterday morning. This is the view of the Gorge area as we saw it early in the morning. It was cloudy, cold and windy. Too cold and windy for us to take the Sternwheeler boat trip on the Columbia River. Instead we loaded up the car and headed for Sunriver.

The first gorgeous view we were treated to was Mount Hood. This mountain would dominate the first half our trip. We kept thinking we were getting closer and closer to it, but it was always there. The road was curvy, the scenery was tremendous and there was very few signs of civilization.

I made the above statement to my husband at one point because I getting antsy for a cup of coffee and just wanted to know that there would be some towns along the way. About 2 minutes after making that comment we passed a sign similar to the one below. Had I known I was going to pass the sign I would have taken a picture of it. Now I knew where I was.

After leaving the mountains the land became flat, almost desert-like. What a change in geography. Suddenly we came around a bend in the road and the land opened up into a deep, wide valley. Again I didn't know what we looking at, but it was stunning. The road went down into the valley and into the Warm Springs Indian Reservation. This is the view as we came out of the valley.

This morning I am relaxing in my hotel room and trying to decide if I want to go quilt shop hopping in Bend, OR or just relax and do some stitchery. This afternoon I'm joining my husband for a round of golf. Tomorrow we are going to explore Lava Lands in the Newberry National Volcanic Monument.