Bend, and all that happened there.

I realize, as I start to post this, how lucky I am. I have, simply, the most amazing women as friends. It borders on the surreal just how otherworldly great they are. Julia, an artist, had recently moved into this fantastical "cabin" in the woods about 10 minutes outside of Bend, and we had to check it out. Sherri, a rockstar of a photographer, and Linda, a designer who recently graced the cover of Portland Spaces magazine, came in from Portland, kids in tow. As usual with our group, it doesn't really seem to matter how many wee ones are running amuck - it just kinda works in a strangely organic way, and we still get to relax. Of course the huge hot-tub, the amazing mountain bike trails, and the beautiful river (which I slept along one night and was visited by a friendly spirit), didn't hurt.
And no, clothes were rarely worn by the youngest (and the rest of us at times). Who needs 'em? And hoola-hooping is harder than you think.