Cambrian: Opinion

It's a long road back from Oregon, but trip was worth it

The columnist joins her two sons, Zachary and Miles, at the very wet and wild Portland Timbers soccer game.
The columnist joins her two sons, Zachary and Miles, at the very wet and wild Portland Timbers soccer game. Special to The Cambrian

After approximately 2,200 miles with the radio on a good deal of that time, the facts are pretty conclusive — I must be a “classic!” Not only are the songs I listened to as a child termed “classics,” but even songs from my teens and 20s! At least I wasn’t bombed with the “oldies” moniker.

Further road trip analysis: real accidents = only 2; body count = 1 (judging by the camera crew and tarp on the freeway); car problems = 0. For all the above I am grateful, and for the fact none of the earlier incidents mentioned involved anyone I knew or seemed worse than they were. I still said a prayer. Always do.

Departures always make me tearful. OK, sob. Now the women know what a sap I am. They understood. Hmmmmm, I approve. The boys have both found nice girls. A mother’s wish. 

The trip home



















Good to be back

This trip was not just about seeing my cousin and loving on my sons and their new girlfriends, but also about getting “out-in-the-world” and remembering what lies beyond Cambrialot. 

As much as I miss my boys and as wonderful a time as I had, there is no place like it. Now, is this road-buzz in my head ever going to stop?

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