“It’s late afternoon, so the sun is hanging in the western sky, casting its golden glow over the beautiful desert town of Bend. The juniper trees, green and brown stand stately among fields of lava rock, sand, and golden grasses. It’s all hilly; hills made of lava rock from ages old volcanoes. Here and there are wildflowers; to the back of me is a single poppy. A soft, warm breeze is keeping the hot desert air moving and comfortable. It’s so beautiful….I love this place. It has such a mysterious, if not gorgeous, vibe—for lack of a better word.”
I find it ironic that fourteen year old me wrote those words in a journal depicting a whimsical ocean scene, complete with sailboat, lighthouse, and sunshine, with the line, “Let your dreams set sail” scrawled across the top. Sitting on the back deck of my family’s house in Bend, I watched the sun go down, smelled the smoke and pine and sage, and fell in love with the place.
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