First things first: I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think sandwiches are my favorite food group. I'm the Joey. Also soup. But you know how some people could always eat an ice cream cone, no matter the situation or how full they are or whatever? If it's a good sandwich, I'll eat myself sick over it. The best sandwich I ever had was in Cleveland. I still think about it a lot. Also the sandwiches my grandma used to make me for lunch when I'd sleep over. White bread, a big old hunk of ham, and lettuce. I think about sandwiches a lot.
So. On from that. I moved home and I hated every second of it for like the first week, but I stopped being a crybaby (it's fun to be a crybaby sometimes you know?) and I'm a little bit of a happier cat these days. But then I looked through all these photos and I started to get mopey again. So I decided to just post photos from the day I left Oregon to now, skipping out on my last week or two in Portland because it hurt my soul to look at these photos. Those western United States are just really really something.
Somewhere in east Oregon.
I really like driving alone because it means I can stop whenever I feel like it to take photos of whatever I feel like photographing.
I did a 10 hour drive in 9 hours, didn't eat anything the whole way, and then showed up in Montana to find these guys waiting for me.
My favorite place in Montana. That reflection is even better in the real world.
Oh, okay. Yeah. Totally normal view. Montana is outrageous.
One of the funnest and funniest nights of my life.
Views to kill.
Sorry our ugly mugs got in the way of some scenery.
Sitting on my couch in suburban Illinois, I sort of don't really believe that this view was a real thing.
You guys you guys you guys. I SAW A GRIZZLY BEAR. It was a silver one which is really rare and it was really close to us and my heart was beating 5 million miles to the national park hour and holy ef. Bears are my spirit animals, I'm pretty sure.
However, I also became very good friends with this guy. I think he would have let me take him home if almonds were involved.
Went on a hike. Ended up here.
And then I went to Canada for the first time and this is what I found. Which I still have no words for.
My niece is a real piece of work. Who needs to work on her grammar a little.
Lake Louise was one of the most outstanding things I have ever seen.
There's a rainbow in there. Which I didn't notice when I took the photo. Because that's how outrageous the Canadian Rockies are.
We sat here and had a beer and Nickelback played on the radio.
The orange in the trees and the river snaking through and that layer of clouds and all those rugged ridges.......contender for world's best place.
The view looking the other way. Fine.
Dad ordered a drink called the Andre 3000.
I blew out candles three times because I'm a spoiled brat.
Oh, more rainbows. That's neat.
God we look Irish.
I still have some of those Asian pears left.
Met a mountain goat mother and child on the road to Rushmore!
I've developed a theory: everyone visits Mount Rushmore when they are between 10 and 12 years old. I did, my dad did, my sister did, my friends did. Going back again as an adult made me appreciate it differently, but it also seemed a lot smaller this time around.
I met this small human when he was 3 months old. And then I took care of him 45 hours a week for a year, and then I moved away and he learned how to talk. Now we hang out sometimes and he calls me Nanny Alexe and holds my hand when he hears loud noises. My god, I just really really like kids.
Went to the mac & cheese festival! Threw up. Twice.
Reunited. Reluctantly, apparently.
They call me the minestrone queen. No they don't. No one does that. But I was really proud of this soup. Two kinds of beans is the key. Also the small mountain of cheese.
I hyper-processed this photo a whole bunch just to prove that I could.
This perfect person is Caroline. She spends a fair amount of time in my lap. She never cries.
I know most people are really wary of butterfly houses, but I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!
Reunited with my Gus bucket.
This post has more children in it than I anticipated.
And the finale, a little love from Judy.