The Difference Between the Life You Live and the Live you Choose

On our quest for a life less ordinary, we are always searching out those who inspire us, whether it be fellow travelers, authors, or even movies. We thrive on others who are CHOOSING their life, rather than following the path of least resistance.

Over the course of our journey we have received a great deal of support from friends and family, even when they didn’t understand our motivations.

We have just as often dealt with the cynicism of the majority. The naysayers who said we were crazy. The critics who “knew” all would end in tragedy. The negative voices who whispered phrases such as “this must be a mid-life crisis”. Continue reading

Camping Heaven – Trout Creek Campground

Trout Creek campground is a special spot, in fact, I hesitate to even write about it because I don’t want to ruin one of Oregon’s hidden gems. In the end, however, it is simply too good not to share.

Part of the joy of Trout Creek is the scenery en-route to the campground. Anyone driving from Portland first experiences the majesty of Mt. Hood before crossing into the sagebrush strewn high desert that is Central Oregon. Continue reading

Dinner at the Ronald McDonald House

Saturday night we, once again, prepared dinner for the Ronald McDonald House of Portland. There are two such houses in town, and are a continuing inspiration to us.

The houses were created in 1982 by several organizations that realized that families whom had to travel to Portland so their sick children could get treatment at OHSU and Doernbecher Childrens Hospital had no comfortable and convenient place to stay. The west side house offers 17 room and the east side 16 rooms. Both are very comfortable with full kitchens, living rooms, and a semblance of a home, so, even while families spend much of their time at the hospital they have a place to spend their free time. Continue reading

Fijian Fun

Our porter, an enormous man wearing a traditional sulu, pointed to the right and said “your room is that direction”. We headed off at our normal, harried, city pace and rounded two corners before we realized we’d left him, and our bags, in the dust. Not knowing where our room was, we backtracked to find him sauntering down the path with a smile on his face that indicated he was familiar with westerners needing to take a bit to adapt to the (very) slow pace of Fijian life.

Frazzled? Yes, we were. Continue reading