The road slowly made its way up the sides of the cliffs. Once we were at the top we were on the flat plateau again. We felt like we were on top of the world. Soon Mt. Washington came into view. . .
And then Mt. Jefferson rose above the horizon in the distance.
We drove on through farmland with the mountain looming large in the background.
And then, continuing on to the south, mountains affectionately named The Three Sisters (Faith, Hope and Charity) and Broken Top came into view.
We enjoyed our day in Bend, the major city in Central Oregon - the town where I spent my young years, where I returned and met my sweetheart and where I moved as a new bride. We decided to return home on a southern route through the mountains. That route took us through the small town of Sisters, at the base of The Three Sisters. Views from that town are breathtaking!
Our day ended with such sweet memories of the beauty of God's creation in the center of our state, memories of days long ago and memories of a day away where the mountains seemed to sit like a string of pearls in the sun.
(photos were taken on my cell phone through the windows of our car as we drove along - they don't begin to capture the beauty our eyes can see)