God's Country

Since my parents are mainly the ones that read this blog so far, my dad was greatly disappointed by yesterday’s topic of how great Portland is. Unlike myself, my dad um.....greatly dislikes the city. He grew up in Portland, and was more than happy to get away from it to live in a small town in southern Oregon. A town that he has deemed “God’s Country.” Every time I go to visit, he tries to get me to move there, away from Starbucks, shopping malls, rush hour traffic, and metropolitan culture. When I try to explain to him the wonderfulness of sunrises over the West Hills, or one-stop shopping, his comeback is always, “But Kourtney, this is God’s country.” Which basically trumps everything good I ever say about Portland.

So yesterday, I met with him for lunch at the airport during his business trip layover. While eating sushi (something else that isn’t exactly common in southern Oregon’s version of Mayberry), he looked over my blog, and then proceeded to show me pictures from our time at home this Christmas.

“But Kourtney, look at this picture!! You can’t go out on an ATV and shoot a gun in Portland!”

“And look at this sunset over the lake! You don’t have that in Portland!”

“And OUR mayor isn’t on national news!!! Beat that!”

Yeah, my father (and I) have strong opinions on Portland-esque liberal politics. Which is one of the major reasons he wanted to get out of Portland in the first place.

But anyways, in honor of my father, and to be fair to how beautiful southern Oregon is, here are some pictures of the other side of my life. The life of relaxation, nature, and small-town appreciation.