Memories Journal #15

Our final destination in the 2012 road trip was Reading Pennsylvania. Anyone who knows anything about Reading would be curious to know why this was our final destination in such an epic trip. For my husband, it was a trip to his hometown and to see his family, but for me it was another opportunity to re-evaluate where I needed to be. Having been just laid off for the 2nd time in less than 3 years, I had began to wonder if it was time to relocate. Exploring the vastness of this country would give me a better prospective of whether or not I needed to try life somewhere different. Oregon is beautiful, but the Portland area was growing fast, housing was becoming expensive, jobs becoming competitive. Could I find a better place to make home? I had considered Berks County Pennsylvania.

Reading itself is not a small city, but it's not a prosperous one either. Poverty, drugs and crime are central to this old city, yet I couldn't help but see a lot of potential in it. The older row homes have so much hidden character, old churches dot the city, and then of all things a Pagoda sits on the top of the foothills.

We visited the Pagoda when it was closed, but I found it an interesting symbol of this depressing city. 

After spending a few days in Reading, I knew Pennsylvania wasn't where I wanted to call home. The visit had been good for my husband to reconnect with his family however, so I dedicate this post to him.

Memories Journal #14

One of the east coast destinations we stopped in the 2012 road trip was Washington DC. It was June, and the right coast was in the middle of an intense heat wave. Several gas stations we stopped out were out of power to pump gas. We were fortunate to find a working station on the way into DC.

We spent some time wanding around the Lincoln Memorial, we observed the Washington Memorial and walked around the WWII memorial. The Washington Memorial was closed because DC had been hit by a minor earthquake that damaged the memorial. It was still a sight to paint even years later.

A visit to the mountains

This past weekend, my family and I took drove to Mt Hood-about 2 hours east of my home-to get some cool mountain air. We had been experiencing a lot of smoky air due to the wildfires this month (August), and this was a great opportunity to get out of that bad air. Of course, it rained while we spent the weekend in a rustic little cabin, but I did get some time sketch Mt Hood up close. I used the 400 series by Strathmore because they offer it in a 6" x 18" landscape. This allowed me to capture the profile of Mt Hood with some detail. I also used M. Graham watercolors because I love the brilliance. It turned out very well for having to sketch this in the car due to the wind continuously blowing my hair in my eyes.

Last week, as we were preparing for our weekend getaway, I sketched the mountain from a view at Trillium Lake. This was done on Bee Paper watercolor postcards, and I made it especially for my pen friend in New Zealand. Mt Hood reminds me a lot of Mt Taranaki on the north island of New Zealand. It's nice to be able to exchange artwork with another person on the other side of the world, and it was her artwork that has inspired me to teach myself sketching and painting. This was the postcard I made for her:

Memories Journal #13

On the epic roadtrip of 2012, we stayed the second night in Oklahoma. I recall how thick the air felt, and a lot more bugs than I liked. It was nighttime when we finally stopped, but in the morning we traveled through the eastern part of the state on I40. I was very surprised to see rolling hills, farms, and colorful landscape in this part of Oklahoma. Being from a beautiful area of the U.S.A. (Oregon of course!), it was enlightening to see other parts of America that held their own unique beauty.

Memories Journal #12

In May 2012, I was laid off from a job I had for only 18 months. It was a devastating feeling, but the day after they let me go I realized it was a big relief. With the little bit of savings I had, I decided now was a good time for that mid-life crisis, and so my husband, 6 year old daughter and tiny dog jumped in our Subaru and we toured the United States for three weeks. The next few memory journals document this epic roadtrip.

On that first day, we drove straight for 14 hours with few breaks. From Oregon, we ended up just north of Zion National Park. America never ceases to amaze me with the beauty we hold in this land, and Zion did not disappoint. 

Memories Journal #8

In 2003, I tried doing a sales job that I ended up really hating. It did take me to some new places I would normally not travel too. One of those places was the Yakima Valley in Washington. I sold industrial brushes to agricultural industry, which meant trying to get that sale from companies or farmers that grew apples. One of the most difficult jobs that I have a great respect for. After two years of that job, I decided to be an accountant.

Memories Journal #9

After a difficult divorce in 2001, I took the plunge again into marital bliss. There was no fancy wedding, but on July 16, 2004 I married my husband (as of this blog now 13 years) in Newport, Oregon. You never know what you are going to get with the weather at the Oregon coast, but this day was flawless in sunshine. How beautiful I felt in a big white dress at the courthouse with my sunglasses on. One of the happiest days of my life.