Sunday, August 09, 2009

Forget Tipperary... it's a long way to anywhere on this road

The north side of Mount Shasta (as seen from MacDoel)

One way to tell you're really bored is if you find yourself taking the long way home.

Everyone told me I was crazy to go to Portland from San Francisco by driving up the eastern side of the Cascades. But I've gotten to the point where it feels like I can drive the I-5 corridor in my sleep. I was so bored with it that I was afraid that my subconscious might find itself called upon to put this theory to the test.

So I took a detour at Weed.
For some reason, the stores in this town sell a lot of tie-dyed stuff


It was a looooooong drive.

I'm sure there were a lot of really beautiful views of the snow-covered volcanoes to the west, but I couldn't see them because it was so smoggy. The whole place looked like a depopulated L.A. (With a lot more trees, of course.)

According to a man I asked in a gas station in Bend, they'd apparently had an incredibly fierce thunder-and-lightning storm a couple nights before. The man said there were fires all over the place and it was smoky all over Central Oregon.


Some of those fires were pretty close to the highway.


Apparently they didn't do any major damage. None that made it onto the (western Oregonian) evening news.

I know this is supposed to be an exercise blog, but I haven't been exercising lately. Or eating right.

For the duration of the road trip, I gave up trying to eat right and exercise. I devoted myself to feasting and family for a whole week. It feels strange to be home again, and it's amazing how hard it is to fit myself back into the Good Merry mold. Sigh.

I've not had access to a scale for the past week either. Since I've gotten back, I've gone back to weighing myself. Looks like I gained 5 pounds (wasn't kidding about the feasting) and then lost 1 since I came back.

Back to reality.

4 comments:

BCB said...

Glad to hear you made it home safely. And congrats on taking the road less traveled by you. (I assume others travel it on a more regular basis, so it's not THE road less tra-- never mind.)

I'm going "home" in two weeks. In spite of AMPLE evidence to the contrary, I know my mom will be convinced that I've been deprived of food and will do her best to make up for the deficit while I'm there. Five pounds in a week? Sounds to me like you got off easy.

empleshi: loosely translated from Japanese, this is the condition of having consumed more than enough sushi

Merry said...

Yes, the Mom diet is especially challenging. Refusing to clean everything off my plate means there's something wrong with her cooking, which means that there's something wrong with her, which means she's a bad mother, etc. and etc.
It's simpler to eat the food rather than try to tread a path through that sort of minefield.

Crabby McSlacker said...

Well, sometimes it's good to take a break from all that healthy eating and exercise crap. Visiting family is tough enough! You'll be back on track soon enough.

Patty said...

I only had three days of being off plan, but I feel like I gained fifty pounds, and didn't slow down much on the eating today. What is wrong with us? :-)