Sparks Lake

Here's the thing that we love most about living in this town. We can work all morning on taking down the mondo list of chores that stalks us and interrupts our sleep patterns. Then when we get sick of the list and accept the futility of our efforts, we can drive a mere 30 minutes and be at a spectacular mountain playground for some fun.

That's just what we did on Sunday - made a small dent in the chore list and then played at Sparks Lake.

First up was a little hiking:



Sarah, as usual, wore her signature color (thanks for the extra pink, Romeros):



Along the trail we found some fantastic rock formations for a little bouldering:





And some yawn inducing views:



We completed the trip by dipping our kayak into the lake. And wouldn't you know it? We were immediately surrounded by even more lame scenery. Gosh, what I would do for a glimpse of a skyscraper or some smog. I miss the smog. Instead, we got to see Mt. Bachelor protruding behind Mike:



South Sister is muddying up the scenery here:



I don't feel too bad about the lack of significant sights, since I didn't have to do much of the work. We just left the paddling to Sarah.



Oh, I can hardly wait to skip out on the chore list next weekend again. I just hope I end up at a shopping mall instead.