Not us.
Easter weekend 2014 meant a trip to Sunriver per tradition. Taylor got to tag along this year--finally!--since the holiday fell after the tax deadline (and such is our life's calendar forevermore).
But will he get invited back?
I'm just not sure about it after a request to dust off our snowshoes turned into a black diamond trek to the top of Tumalo Mountain.
When we're old and gray, I'll never say our time together was a walk in the park. Because we never walk. Stroll simply is not in our vocabulary. Taylor's point of view...why take the easy way when the hardest way is private, allowing optimal time to be one with nature...not to mention the killer views from the top?
Almost every time we head out on these adventures, I end up crying. Literally. Not just pouting, but outright crying. I almost hyperventilated, too. And I'm in good shape. This little outing ended up being pretty amazing, but it was a lot of work. A lot, a lot of work. And the photos hardly do it justice.
So basically. Thanks, Taylor. Thanks for making me earn my engagement on the top of South Sister Mountain two summers ago. That was a pretty good preview of coming attractions.
And what would Easter weekend be without the obligatory Rock pic? Pretty good turnout this year.
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