No matter how much I enjoy time away, I am happy to come home.
After a driving trip, there is one crest on Highway 5 that makes my heart beat faster.
One glimpse of Mt. McLoughlin, in all its white finery, never fails to astonish. On a sunny day, this lava cone can appear otherworldly, because it just pops from a heavily forested landscape.
I’m grateful for homecoming, and grateful for our Southern Oregon home.