Memories of Bend, Oregon

June 30, 2012

After 6 weeks in Bend, as Andrea Bocelli would say “Time to Say Good Bye.”  I am thinking of all the fond memories of my days here and so I have decided to write them down, in no particular order of favorites.  I hope you will read them and appreciate with me how blessed we are to enjoy all life has to offer.

Rafael’s baseball games; walking the grand kids to school and walking them home; discovering my first caterpillar nest; walking with Michael (and Elvis) along the Deschutes River: Rafael’s birthday party at Farewell Bend Park; Drew’s birthday & graduation party; Riley’s graduation from OSU; the drive to Tumalo Falls; the drive to Painted Hills with Olivia & Rafael; classes at the Bend Senior Center and meeting new friends; spectacular walks along the trails with Dick; Kirk & Brian’s visit; the majestic trees on our way to Corvalis; hearing Michelle Obama speak at OSU; going to the movies with Olivia & Rafae;, joining Rafael’s classroom on a tour of historic Bend; watching Dick teach Olivia & Rafael to stand on each other’s shoulders in the swimming pool; waiting for Michael at the finish line when he completed his relay race from Mt. Bachelor to downtown Bend; Carmen’s homemade salsa, tacos & banana nut bread; Jim’s dinners; the drive to Cascade Lakes with Dick, Michael, the grand kids and Elvis; sitting in on the classrooms of Olivia & Rafael; dinner & dancing at the Elk’s Lodge; sipping coffee on the deck of our rental home while hearing the river below, and watching the deer come to feed; playing Dominoes and Sequence with family; my weekend in Las Vegas to surprise Susan on her 50th birthday; the awards that both Olivia & Rafael received for perfect attendance for the entire school term; and just the beauty of Oregon itself.  I probably left out more, but the BEST memory for me; spending time with Olivia & Rafael and watching them grow and mature each and every day!  Also, although I know Michael to be an avid cyclist, he still amazes me.  He bikes to work each day (sun, rain or snow), puts in 8 hours, bikes home AND THEN goes out for a 2-3 hour bike ride.  At the age of 52 he is in great condition and I understand why his nickname of “Iron mike” still holds true.

We decide to spend our last evening at Michael & Carmen’s as this is where we began 6 weeks ago, plus we do not have to deal with the noise of a restaurant.  We will be returning in September as Dick is leaving his bicycle here and some other personal items.  Kisses and tight hugs end the evening.

After meeting Jim for coffee this morning (June 30) we are on our way to Idaho.  We find a campsite in a city named Bellevue and at 8 PM finally settle in.  It has been a long day and on our way here, both Dick & I smell a very strong gasoline odor!  I’m thinking that the RV is going to explode, so we pull over and Dick unscrews the gas cap and gasoline is bubbling and running down the side of our Rialta!  Someone pulls over and tells us, because we have a full tank of gas and the weather is extremely hot (91 degrees) this is nothing to be concerned with, so we wait it out and continue without another incident.

Tomorrow, I begin Chapter 2 of Joyce’s Journey.  I hope you enjoy reading my adventures and are looking forward to the 4th of July holiday.

Love, Joyce

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Dianne Elliott
    Jul 02, 2012 @ 05:33:59

    love all your wrap up. continue to enjoy and watch that gas smell. safe travels. MIss you both.
    Dianne

    Reply

  2. Alex Pujo
    Jul 02, 2012 @ 16:24:33

    Beautiful, Joyce, thank you for sharing!
    I’m jealous of Michael -nobody ever called me “Iron Alex”!

    Reply

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