new personal best…er, worst?

Well hello, friends. When last we met, I was bragging (not really) about how long it had been since my last post. 13 weeks, I advised. 91 whole days. Clearly, I’m a blogger extraordinaire, prolific in my ability to pump out fresh posts.

Yeah…about that.

As it turns out, I’m such a slacker that I’ve now officially bested myself and broken a new record: Over 14 weeks since my last post. 99 days to be exact.

No use crying over spilled tequila. Let’s move on, shall we?

My last post cautioned that I might die while attempting to complete the epic vacation plans I had made. Enough of you care enough about me that you warned, cautioned, cajoled and ultimately convinced me to change my plans. So change them, I did.

Buh-bye wilderness backpacking adventure into the back country of Wyoming, where it could take hours if not days for help to find me, should I need it, and hello epic road trip up the northern California and Oregon coastlines and the Columbia River Gorge.

I wanted epic.

I got epic.

I took this picture at street level, the base of Multnomah Falls.

And then I climbed that bad boy.

And since I hadn’t died making the climb, I decided to do the entire 6.5 mile loop, where I was treated to several more waterfalls.

 And another:

 And another:

There were more but by now you get the drift.

Awesome, awesome, awesome!

This trip also offered up massive trees. The kind you can drive right through.

Or make a home inside.

Very humbling to be surrounded by the oldest living things on the planet. The giant sequoias stole my heart.

There were beaches.

And gorgeous coast lines that hugged the cliffs and kissed the shores.

And then there was Crater Lake, still a winter wonderland at the end of May.

Breathtaking.

Be still my heart, indeed, Oregon.

Most important of all is that I didn’t die doing a single activity on this Plan-B-but-still-epic-vacation (which I may well have done on the other one). So there’s that bit of awesomeness.

Next up is the epic trip to end all epic trips. SOMEBODY is turning 50 in two months. And that somebody has booked a trip that makes that somebody pee her pants a little each time she thinks about it. Squeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I’ll be sure to publish a teaser post before I leave. Then again…who am I kidding? That would mean another post within 60 days. Not. Gonna. Happen. Well, maybe. Hope springs eternal, after all.

In the meantime, if you liked these pictures and want to see more, follow me on Instagram @nancytex.

Keep moving,

xoxo nancy