A few weeks ago, Sprocket and I headed east into the Cascades to hike Olallie Butte. It’s a nice mostly treed hike before scrambling up the last bits of scree to the summit. Olallie is one of Oregon’s 2,000′ prominence peaks and the high point of Wasco county is just off its northeastern flank.
Mt. Jefferson dominates the southern view, actually obscuring Three Finger Jack, Mt. Washington and South Sister, with Middle and North Sisters peaking over her eastern shoulder.
My time at Bates was a whirlwind of coursework, softball, and friends. After years of meals together, evenings, weekends, and Patriots/Red Sox games, there were a handful who became like family. Stacia, along side her beautiful new wife Andrea, was the reason for my trip back East was one of those people. Lucy and Franz are part of my Bates friend-family and are some more of those people. Lucky for me lived close enough to Sunday River that I was able to hang out with them for a day and a half before flying back out West. It was the perfect end to my trip.
This photo kills me. It’s like the epitome of so so many college times. I love these two and I’m completely looking forward to seeing them in November for their wedding!
After all the prep work, Saturday morning finally came! There were mimosas, manicures, hairdos, and lots of waiting.
And then, before we knew it, we were all prettied up and ready for a wedding:
I’m not even going to try and steal photos off Facebook of the gorgeous brides on their lovely day because the ever awesome Amanda Summerlin was there to capture everything! (In case you think I’m kidding about her awesomeness check out our various adventures with her here!)
The wedding went off beautifully! Everything was gorgeous and there was seriously the most rocking wedding dance party I’ve ever experienced. Seriously.
After spending a lovely day with Susan enjoying New Hampshire, it was time for the main event of the trip: Stacia and Andrea’s wedding! Stacia and Dre made the long trek to southeastern Utah to celebrate Forrest and I so I was honored to not only be in Maine for their wedding but to be there as a bridesmaid.
When I arrived at the hotel, no one was there and I had a few minutes to myself. When everyone returned, I was welcomed exactly as I would expect from Stacia’s family: they immediately demanded that I get myself a drink…and were delighted to find that I had already helped myself. The evening was spent catching up, enjoying burgers and hot dogs, and wound up with the hot tub. The GoPro came but was not ideal for low light conditions. Stacia and I did attempt a selfie which is adorable no matter how blurry:
The next morning it was wedding go-time: loading up cars, carting stuff to the gondola, and getting everything neat and pretty for the wedding. I was a couple thousand miles away for picking out bridesmaid dresses, pre-wedding crafts, bachelorettes, and so on so I tried my best to make up for it during set-up! Seriously, I just didn’t stop moving PLUS captured photos on the GoPro all day:
Stacia and Dre put so much thought into making the North Peak Lodge at Sunday River look amazing. I was so happy to be part of the great crew of their family and friends there Friday putting it all in place!
After the Lodge was all in order for the big day, it was time for the bridal party to get their act together during rehearsal:
And then we all got treated to a delicious dinner before another evening of hot tubbing and good ol’ fashioned fun.
I had hoped to make the wedding and assorted events one post but I got carried away with photos! More tomorrow!!
A couple weeks ago, I headed back East for Stacia and Andrea’s wedding (you might remember seeing their engagement photos here on the blog and on Amanda’s blog). Susan, who wrote about dating and rock climbing while I was in Jordan, was kind enough to pick me up at the airport in Manchester, New Hampshire and drive me to Sunday River, Maine for the wedding. I tried to take her on her first county highpoint hike to Sandwich Mountain but we were foiled by high water in the creek. Instead, we had a lovely, leisurely hike chatting and getting to know each other in person!
When I met F almost six years ago, he didn’t own a car and instead did his traveling in a U-Haul that housed not one but rather three motorcycles in the back. As early as our second date he tried to teach me to ride—I would like to tell you all that I tried hard but really I just wanted to ride a circle to prove I could before I crashed and embarrassed myself. Over the years, I’ve putted around in a circle a couple of times but I really failed at actually trying.
Once we learned about the riding area at Santiam Pass and how it has a lot of easy trails, we planned a camping and riding adventure with friends. We borrowed a bike from a friend and I finally committed to giving riding a try. F and I headed up Friday after work and spent the evening hiding from the awful mosquitoes but were able to find a campsite right on an easy trail with an amazing view of Mt. Washington that we climbed back in 2009. I spent Saturday morning riding around in circles getting more proficient at using the clutch and turning around the islands in the camping area. Actually, the best thing that happened to me was crashing in the sand—I’d always secretly harbored the idea that if I crashed I would, with absolute certainty, break my leg.
The rest of Saturday and Sunday were spent alternately riding and relaxing in camp. I steadily improved and I was meeting the “crash at least once an hour or you’re not improving quota.”
The rest of the photos are courtesy F and the GoPro: