Outside the window I see the lights of a plane climbing into the orange-tinted dawn sky. In just a few days as the sun rises over the Blue Ridge Mountains, we will be on a plane descending, coming back to Asheville again and the closest thing to home we have. Soon it will be time to gather the detritus we have scattered throughout the corners of this house and wonder how much of it we really need before we stuff it into a bag to haul back across the country. We’ll be leaving here with more stuff than we brought. How does that always happen? But the important things we will bring back with us are memories. Below are just a few.
This was a view I got a lot of while running around Portland.
The Northwest may be known for its coffee culture, but while here I developed a strong taste for matcha lattes.
I got to get out on the Deschutes twice this fall. One of the highlights of river trips is getting to hear my brother-in-law and his friends playing guitar in such beautiful theaters.
We’ve had some great weather this fall and we’ve tried to take advantage of it by getting outdoors as much as possible.