Soon. So soon I can almost feel that undeniable giddiness at lifting off a slick runway and leaving the world you know behind. Sure, it's only 3,000 miles and a couple of hours. But for me, trips also involve shedding whatever has been dragging you down, if only for a few days. Work, stress, annoyance, bills, cleaning the house, getting this-and-that done for so-and-so: It all gets left behind. You don't think abou those things when you are somewhere you've either never been, or at least don't have memorized. You can't. There is too much to soak up from the place that you are going to. And it's lovely.
Sept. 5, at about 4:30 p.m., I will be flying out from Newport News on a 4-day trip to Oregon (Portland, Florence and Roseburg). I'll be doing the tourist thing, riding a horse on the beach at sunset and having a cookout with my favorite aunt and uncle. And soaking it all in. And just being, hopefull also being happy for the first time in a while. It's time to give myself a break. It really is. I'll share photos when I return.
Here's one, from a January visit to the Oregon coast: