There’s No Place Like Home

We left Bend on Thursday and went as far as Burns, Oregon.  Randy reminded me en-route that I had said I would drive when we got on these straight roads.  I had not forgotten, but was not going to volunteer!  As you can see, I complied.

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Once there, the three of us celebrated our survival with some ice-cream!  I usually share with Elko, but he had his own this time.

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We got in to Boise on Friday afternoon.   We went right over to see Natasha, Seth and ARCHER!   He just got cuter while we were gone!  Tomorrow we get to go to the fair with him and see the big animals.

This afternoon I picked up my rental car in preparation for starting work on Monday.  It feels very normal to be here, see familiar places and drive familiar roads.    There’s no place like home!

About Serene

We live full time in our fifth wheel and travel and volunteer. We remember everyday how blessed we are to have the opportunity to live this season of our lives in this way. Our black lab, Elko, keeps us company along the way.
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6 Responses to There’s No Place Like Home

  1. Paula says:

    It will be fun to have a margarita with you & here about everything on the road. Call when you get settled in and can squeeze in some time away from Natasha & Archer!

  2. Shirley says:

    HI Serene and Randy: It was nice to see Randy today at church. I signed up for your blog – so this should be fun. Welcome back for awhile. Love, Shirley

  3. Audrey hunt says:

    Glad you had such a good first trip! Hope to hear more soon.

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