I’ve got The Bends*, but it’s not in the way you think!
I’m dreaming of frosty trails, mountain vistas and the smell of spruce. I’m remembering starry nights, crispy air and endless bucket holds on my climbs. I’m wanting Ocean Rolls, kombucha and MOAR CURRY (of the campstove variety, or the restaurant variety, either will do). In short, I’m head-over-heels, totally and completely in love with Bend, Oregon. Warning: this post is so long it has footnotes. So jump with caution.