I’ve had an…interesting…trip. It started out with flight delays that meant my entire visit was condensed severely, and ended with a completely canceled flight and a 24 hour wait in L.A., during which time an unidentified man (who was possibly homeless, according to the news anchors), drowned in the swimming pool at the hotel where the airline put us up. My SO and I woke up to news anchors JOKING about this event on television, and when we went to the window to look at the pool, it was already open for business again…

Oh, L.A. *sigh*

Anyway, the actual visit part of the trip was wonderful, and once again I will relate it through a photo essay:

   

   

   

   

   

   

(Above to the right: The Pioneer who is supposedly Eugene Skinner, the founder after whom the city is named. When we left Eugene, we flew over the snow-capped Sierra Nevadas and between the mountains and the statue, I couldn’t help but think about the Donner Party).