Departing over downtown Sacramento. |
I always feel the need to prove that I'm on these trips with self-portraits. |
Twice the levers, twice the fun? |
On the trip, we passed near half a dozen gorgeous peaks, including Mt. Shasta. |
Breathtaking scenery is one of my very favorite parts of flying general aviation. |
Close proximity to Shasta. |
I'm always trying to spot people or animals on these mountains, but to no avail. |
Oregon! |
Mr. T, pilot extraordinaire. |
Fueling in Albany, OR. I had to laugh that in Oregon, it's okay to fuel an airplane, but not an automobile without assistance. (Truly, it's illegal to pump your own gas in Oregon!) |
For a tiny airport, I was surprised to see this A4 hanging out. |
McMinnville area. |
I love the rich crop colors. |
Landing at McMinnville. Luckily, the clouds broke up just as we set down. |
A picnic lunch at DuPonte winery where our friend Taylor cooks on occasion. Somehow I left without stealing that garden art. It was a struggle, let me tell you. |
I want a vineyard! (Not to raise grapes or anything, just to stare at. I never get tired of this image.) |
Taylor and Mr. T. Taylor is a most excellent tour guide! |
We met several of Taylor's friends throughout our quick tour of town. |
Rich red soil. Great for grapes, not so great for clothes, ah hem. |
I'm only including one of my "grape leaf" series. You're welcome. |
At Red Hills Market where Taylor bought me the best macaroon in the WORLD. The world I tell you. |
Mr. T's thoughts on macaroons. Coconut hater! |
Taylor asked if we wanted to meet his wife's horse. I figured we'd go to a local stable. |
We ended up at Devon Wood, a masterclass dressage facility where Jennifer was competing over the weekend. Wowza. |
Rio is not shy about the carrots. |
Beautiful boy! |
I find this photo hi-larious. Inspiration for Taylor's next Halloween costume, perhaps? |
Crazy carrot-fiending eyes. |
Gimme! |
See what I'm saying? This horse doesn't mess around when carrots are about. |
Gigantic nostrils. |
Devon Wood. Immaculate, state-of-the-art grounds. |
Mr. T is incredibly pleased that the only horses I find seriously enthralling are P-51 Mustangs. |
Twas like visiting a different world. |
Would've liked to see some of the competition, but we arrived after the games had ended. |
Natty, don't you think? |
Not bad, not bad. |
Gigantic indoor arena. |
My friend Kristin says these are oak loose boxes with rubber brick flooring, aka accoutrement that make this place worth more than my house. |
Certainly cleaner, too. (I wish I were kidding.) |
Taylor visiting. Note my cool sun flare! |
Gorgeous. |
Can you imagine seeing this everyday? |
In keeping with the hopscotch spirit, we visited a quaint B&B. (For more on hopscotch B&Bs, click here.) |
Love me a nice Victorian. This one is owned and operated by Jack and Denise, a lovely couple from the north of England. Such hospitality and warmth! |
The temperate summer climate generates the most beautiful blooms. |
A charming English garden. |
Mollie, the all-but-deaf-and-blind sheep dog. Poor girl has seen better days but she was still quite friendly. |
Well-appointed furnishings and decor. Our room was comfortable and featured the standard queen bed and clawfoot tub. |
On Facebook, I commented that I resisted stealing this typewriter as stealing decor is poor form. Well, Mr. T pointed out that this is a calculator. Apparently I evaluate cuteness over function! |
A dilapidated but still somehow charming woodshed. |
Again with the big blooms. This may technically be a weed I think! |
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