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Vacation 2013

      My family and Chris and I went up to Oregon this last week to visit some friends.(How do you say that? Chris and I and my family? The family and us?) Our friends, the Skillmans, live on a huge piece of property (with lots to mow) and right next to a little lake, bonus! The deal was, if we mowed the pasture and yard, we could go boating. Luckily the mower is a John Deere riding mower so it got done pretty fast. (I think I just sounded like a red-neck..got done?). We went boating every morning and every night. It was such a blast! Chris had never been to Oregon or boating before, so this trip was full of adventures. He loved wake boarding and got up so easily. If you've ever been, you know it's not as easy as it looks. Maybe you need upper body strength?! :)

     We also ate so well! Mormons are known for their food right? Stacy had planted a beautiful garden and we ate from it almost every meal. Fresh and delicious. I want to plant one next summer. 

     I showed Chris around the town one night. My family used to live there when I was little, so it was pretty fun to go back and look at the places I went growing up. We saw hippies. Some with clothes, some without. And we walked around Lithia Park, it was beautiful. 

Owen had some pretty rough days of running through fields, chasing birds and boating. So he was tapped out when we went boating for the last time.

This is the only picture I have of us. I almost took one when our car broke down in Battle Mountain, NV, UT, CA??  

Seriously where is that?

But Chris wasn't in the mood. haha But we got it figured out and made our way home, it only took about 17 1/2 hours from start to finish. That won't happen again. (Maybe unless it's to Florida to go to the Bahamas..)

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