Most of the drive looked like this:
Oh, whats that you see? A bunch of NOTHING along I-5. Nothing.
Until Mount Shasta rolls up around Redding outta nowhere.
True to my brothers form, we stopped in Weed. Bought some postcards and chilled with Bart.
Super patriotic?
They finally let me drive, instead of acting like "Sarah, you're still 13 and can't drive." Right when it became fog central!Anyway, we drove through more nowhere for another long time, until we finally rolled up to my aunt and uncle's house around 9 on Wednesday.
Thursday the whole crew wakes up early and we begin the prepping: 32 guests=TONS of food! 2 turkeys, 20 pounds of potatoes...and 10 pies. TEN! Heaven.
This is the table...and our attempt at fitting 32 people around it.Friday we woke up at the crack of dawn (after 9 am) and headed to Salem (capital- know it suckas!) for some cheap-o black friday shopping. That was lame so we went home and watched Up! Freaking adorable, ya'll need to watch it.
Anyhooter, Saturday my brosef and I were determined to get out of the house and away from the pie, so we convinced erryone to head up to Portland with us.
First sign I saw in the parking garage:
Went to the famous bookstore, it takes up a whole block!! But while the fam was inside, Pete and I wandered the awesomeness that is the Pearl district
Of course, landed at a brewery. Deschutes is tasty. And Portland is known for it's microbrews. Swoon.
All in all it was uneventful, but muy nice to see the fam, as always :)And I thought this was cheap gas. Eh?
