My family and I spent this year’s vacation exploring Oregon and camping in National and State Parks throughout the state. From snow-capped peaks, to opal mountain streams, and up the frothy, churning coast we experienced some of Pacific Northwest’s best.
As we pulled into the campsites each night, I couldn’t help but notice the unique blend of people that had also been pulled out of their air conditioned homes to bask in the natural paradise.
Young, old, families, couples, and lone travelers—many visiting from international homes—all sharing a grand motel that had no walls no air conditioning, and no room service (or private bathrooms).
It was pretty cool to walk around the camp loop each evening greeted by smiling faces and knowing that while we didn’t come from the same place or even speak the same language, when you’re out in nature experiencing the same wonderment and relaxation, we all understand each other perfectly.
Oregon is just beautiful isn't it. I am lucky to have a husband that comes from the Oregon coast. The hardest thing for me to live in the mountains is that I miss the ocean and the Swedish archipelago. Going to Oregon helps. But to come to the point. I got back from vacationing in Oregon a few weeks ago and had to dive right into a frenzy of work. A tough wake up.