I'm not sure about you, but I'm the kind of person who likes the feeling of being small. Staring into the abyss of the ocean. Standing next to a mountain where you can't see the summit. And in the vastness of the universe, having the acute awareness that you are not even a speck of dust in the timeline of creation.

Now hear me out...
I said "small" not insignificant

We were all born for a purpose whether or not we like to believe it or even seek it out. Some people will never fully walk into the greatness that their life can be. It's not always a career or some life changing event, it's more of a way of living a life that fulfills a greater calling. But the feeling of being small is more comfort than anxiety driven. It's the feeling being cradled and cared for even with the whole big wide scary out the world beats on.

Now we've been to plenty of places where we have felt this feeling. Cadillac Mountain at sunrise. Sitting at the shores of Lake Louise. A fly on the wall at some random event, but to add to the list were the various landscapes of our trip to Oregon. We started in the lush evergreen ridden area of Portland, but two hours later we found ourselves in the middle of a desert. Unbelievable until you actually do the drive and sit in awe of how you can still see Mount Hood in the middle of miles and miles of sand and sage bushes.

We covered a lot of ground in the four days we were there. But it was a birthday trip for the boys and it was well worth it. Smith Rock was a mid stop between Portland and Bend. Okay it was my mid stop between Portland and Bend out of the suggestion of our friend Dana. But I think the stop was a happy surprise for the rest of the crew. Coming up to the volcanic rock formations with Crooked River flowing between, the level of stoked was off the charts.


Also we know I'm extra and couldn't not take the opportunity to look like a fool...So we had a mini photoshoot

VOLOSHIN Luna Romper // Old White Tee (similar) // NISOLO Huarache Sandal


Towers of volcanic ash rise like the spires of

a cathedral out of the sage & dust of the

high desert.


If this post has you feeling any sort of way...Go for a drive or a walk. Breathe some fresh air. Lay out on the lawn and make shapes with clouds. We suggest listening to Joseph or Wild Reeds because that was our soundtrack for the drive between Portland and Bend, but whatever tickles your fancy is pretty alright too.