Technically my sixth, as I missed SBST V with a torn achilles.
BUT IT WAS AWESOME, AS ALWAYS, so that’s what we’re going to focus on here.
Y’all, Oregon has been gatekeeping, and I’m pretty sure it’s to protect the powder stashes. Mt. Bachelor is one of the biggest mountains in the US, with INCREDIBLE bowls and trees, and you can park at a ski-in, ski-out, parking lot. Um, wut? Hi, I will be back.
They also have espresso whipped cream at one of their restaurants. Espresso. Whipped. Cream. It’s somehow not sweet and amazing and makes my signature half-hot-chocolate-half-coffee-shot-of-grand-marnier-pre-apres-ski drink that much more amazing.
AND THEN.
Willamette Pass? A mountain I’ve never heard of? LOOK AT THIS VIEW.
I love a bluebird day *almost* as much as I love untouched powder in the trees and with views like this, the scales are tipping … such a hidden gem!
But, of course, while the skiing was amazing it’s much more about the people I was skiing/hanging with, my best buds and my Helpful Handsome Humanitarian Warrior, the Marriage Certificate Trio KIDDOS(!!!! how did they get this big this fast?!), and base hangs/jacket swaps with my bestie.
Then, of course, grateful for eating Bosa foccacia, pasta, and wearing hats to support my former neighbor/dad of Nali’s boyfriend Rye (RIP to both), for Super Bowl and overtime, for Texas Hold ‘Em, for mystery boxes of wine, lazy Mondays, hopscotch walks, flatulence, cookie police, sauna, Mitchells vs the Machines, habanero chips, and just feeling so unbelievably at home, in my home away from home.
Since I’ve been back, Bob has been an angel(ish, he is Bob), I got to pick up my nephew at school and he was a very efficient pool boy, I’ve gotten in a couple good workouts, my dad went with me to run a very critical wedding errand, friends have stopped by, and, while tired, I’m so happy to be home for a few weeks.
No matter where home is, there really is no place like home.
Also … grateful for this—when your friends know you too well:
