Back Roads Therapy

I caught myself reminiscing in a very big way on Saturday evening. First we attended a retirement party (which is salt in an already big wound. While Saturday’s party was for someone who worked with my husband, today I saw my former work peeps and it hurts my heart that I am no longer part of them; I am, but it isn’t the same), then we took the long way home for three reasons.

  1. We wanted to see our magical mountain.

mt hood from sandy lookout_june 2016 (19)This is another view of magnificent Mt. Hood, and it took my breath away. When we stopped, I felt the tug on my heart because for the first eight years of our marriage, we lived just down the street from this lookout point. Just down the street.

We had no idea, of course, that these gorgeous flowers would be there to greet us. It was 8:30 p.m.; as the sun said goodnight, a peaceful orange hue emerged.

mt hood from sandy lookout_june 2016 (27)I was bowled over with the beauty of the place, kept hoping the other visitors wouldn’t call 911 when they saw a sniveling lady suffering an apparent breakdown from simply looking at the view. I heard no sirens so either I hid it well or we left before they arrived.

mt hood from sandy lookout_june 2016 (13)Meet our beautiful Sandy River. I used to drive this road every week into nearby Sandy to grocery shop; I drove right by this same viewpoint. Did I ever stop with my camera? Not once. Why? I have no clue (although having three small children in those years may have affected my behavior).

I could not get enough of these flowers (we keep forgetting to look them up to see what they are, so if anyone knows, please chime in).

2. We wanted to see “home.” This is where my husband lived when we became engaged. It’s where we lived when each of the children joined the family. I can see the front patio where the children had their first swimming pool, the plastic type. I see chubby little legs running all over this front yard. I recall the area by the garden where I parked my second born son in his baby chair while I weeded out front.

The husband built this house, planted this garden space, and all the trees along the driveway. This is the driveway that brought each of our children home for the very first time. It’s the driveway where our oldest son learned to ride his bike. The room to the right is the living room, where we put our first Christmas tree. I can see the front yard BBQ parties, gatherings with friends on summer nights, and I hear the laughter.

Much is the same and there are changes. How could it ever not be home?

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3. There are some darned good milkshakes along this back road.

While life changes can be difficult, and while we know they are passages we must navigate our way through, the thorns can be blunted with beauty, remembering the good times, and a darned good milkshake. Sometimes it’s as simple as taking the back road home.

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  24 comments for “Back Roads Therapy

  1. October 8, 2016 at 2:51 pm

    That really is a most spectacular view and beautiful memories shared .. Thank you for this lovely insight! x

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    • October 8, 2016 at 2:57 pm

      Hi Wendy! I just read those fabulous comments between you and our mutual blogging friend Jessica and was cracking up. So much fun. I was just looking at your blog page. I love the way it’s set up. Will read more. Thanks for the follow, too. Nice to meet you! πŸ™‚

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      • October 8, 2016 at 3:07 pm

        Haha – I think we both had tears rolling down our cheeks yesterday. It’s so great to meet people who really can make me laugh from the other side of the world.. who ever would have thought that would be possible a few years ago! Great to meet you too and your blog is just so authentic I immediately sensed we will get along brilliantly too! I’m looking forward to sharing some fun along the way! x

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        • October 8, 2016 at 3:20 pm

          I completely agree. It’s so nice to meet people who are genuine. It matters. I saw a few posts on your blog about diabetes. My father had it and now my goal is not to. Always a challenge, and harder to manage as I, ahem, “age.” But, that’s another story… πŸ˜‰

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          • October 8, 2016 at 3:43 pm

            Yep – it was the ‘shock’ I needed to take control of my lifestyle earlier this year. As it has turned out it has been a positive move in a much healthier direction.. I would recommend reading the 8 Week Blood Sugar Diet Book even if you haven’t got diabetes because science is completely reversing what we’ve been brought up with. I’m suspecting we are women of a ‘similar’ … ‘ahem’.. age… and I look forward to reading ‘the other story’ !! xx

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            • October 8, 2016 at 4:01 pm

              After snooping around a tad bit I see I have two years on you. Fabulous! Another kindred soul my age. πŸ™‚

              I will read the book; thanks for the suggestion. When studying for my master’s (in Aging Studies), this was what we learned as well. We need to rethink what we eat as well as what foods contain and their effects.

              The other piece I get so frustrated with is the clothing industry and sizing. Big SIGH….

              I tried on clothes last weekend and was appalled how large my “size” has become yet my body has not advanced in the way you would think it had given said now required size. Can you spell depression?! I hold up an article of clothing and read XL or L or even XXL and wonder how my size medium body–been this way for years–now requires several bolts of fabric…or so one would think given all those Xs and Ls up there.

              Maybe I need to do a post about my experience. I was so discouraged (although that hardly stopped me from buying a few items, ahem…. πŸ˜‰ ).

              Anyway, I would love to delve into your posts and thoughts about food, diabetes, eating well, etc. I’m so glad I found your blog. Have a great night. πŸ™‚


  2. Lynne Olson
    June 29, 2016 at 1:55 pm

    nice to visit and remember…. πŸ™‚

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    • June 30, 2016 at 8:02 am

      Yep. I sure miss the place. πŸ™‚


  3. June 29, 2016 at 11:52 am

    What beautiful photos! I can sympathize with how emotional it must have been to travel that road and see your old house. Houses where we lived when we were happy will always pull at our emotions, I think. And that area was so pretty, I’m sure it was extra hard…..

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    • June 29, 2016 at 1:04 pm

      Thank you, Ann. I guess it’s not surprising how often I used to dream about moving back to that house. Lots of great things happened there, that is for sure. The area is beautiful and a great place to raise kids. πŸ™‚


  4. June 29, 2016 at 6:53 am

    The view is stunning from where you were. I see the very top of Mt. Hood on the road to my house and am always happy to see snow on it. I don’t know enough about the flowers to help you but they were lovely. Not sure why you left your beautiful home but I’m sure the one you are in now is perfect for the now you have. Were those Burgerville milkshakes? I haven’t had one in ages. Yum. Have a wonderful 4th..

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    • June 29, 2016 at 11:38 am

      We left that beautiful spot because we outgrew the house and needed a larger hunk of property for our business. When we first moved away, I THOUGHT I would miss the house and I did, but not as much as I missed that yard. What you see now as far as landscaping isn’t how we left it; we had planted many plants and shrubs, most of which are now gone. The year our oldest was born–30 years ago next week–we planted perennials across the front by the road and now all are gone. They added that hedge up by the house and built the garage. Compared to how we left it, our current place seemed barren when we first moved in, and I remember my husband tilling what would become our front yard when during a dry, hot, and dusty summer. I sure missed our former yard. The shakes were A&W. You have a great 4th as well. πŸ™‚

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  5. Amy
    June 29, 2016 at 5:30 am

    What a beautiful spot! And such lovely memories. No wonder you were crying!

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  6. June 29, 2016 at 12:54 am

    Absolutely beautiful Karen. This back road with its awesome view obviously holds a special place in your heart and with good reason. Treasured memories have a way of never leaving us. Thanks for sharing. xo

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    • June 29, 2016 at 8:00 am

      You are welcome. It’s a gorgeous area, for sure. I dreamt about the house for many years after we left; it was that hard for me to leave. So many firsts there. ❀

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      • June 29, 2016 at 1:35 pm

        I can understand that Karen. I dreamed of the first house that I lived in for years after I left it too. It held such happy memories for me.

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        • June 30, 2016 at 8:07 am

          I have told my husband that if he ever sees that it goes up for sale, I’d be hard pressed to stay away. From what we hear from our former neighbors, the people living there now are those who bought it from us. So many firsts. The place is seared on my soul. ❀

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          • June 30, 2016 at 2:32 pm

            It sounds very special Karen.


            • June 30, 2016 at 3:27 pm

              πŸ™‚ ❀


  7. June 28, 2016 at 8:44 pm

    Oh my gosh. I feel like I just saw a movie of your life…❀️

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  8. June 28, 2016 at 5:31 pm

    Oh, such lovely memories!

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    • June 29, 2016 at 7:58 am

      Thank you so much! Yes, it’s hard to see the place, even now. Thanks for stopping by. πŸ™‚

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