Each summer we take a trip with Tim's Family up north to Sunriver, Oregon. For me Sunriver is the smell of high desert sagebrush, warm days and crisp-cold refreshing nights, breakfast at The Meadows, shopping in Bend and Bellatazza Coffee. This year, only the Bottings of the feminine variety could make the trip, filling the Sunriver House (as The Little Girls like to call it) with girlie giggles. For The Little Girls, Sunriver means spending time with Grandma, swimming, pony rides, bouncy houses, taking photos with Takota The Bear and Shirley Temples. For me Sunriver is the smell of high desert sagebrush, warm days and crisp-cold nights, running the loop in the early mornings past the stables and airport, breakfast at The Meadows, shopping in Bend and Bellatazza Coffee. This family tradition is incredibly special and something The Little Girls and I look forward to throughout the year.
Margaret and her grandgirls.
Takota.
Angela and Addie.
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