Sisters! (Mine, not Oregon's)

Bless your beautiful hide!  From the time we were kids, my sisters and I have watched that wonderful musical, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (or as my hubs calls it, The Worst Musical with the Worst Singers and the Worst Actors Singing the Worst Music Ever Written).  I think I must have seen that movie 100 times at least, from the time I was little to just the other day.

Well, a few months ago Sister #2 called to say that a nearby community theatre was putting on a production of the stage play (who knew?) and that we should all go.  No coaxing needed here, especially since it was her treat.

Sister #2 lives in SoCal, so I was looking forward to a little solo road tripping.  I left my house about eight in the morning, and ended up driving the whole way in one shot - only because it was too hot when I wanted to pull over to take a nap.

Day use area of the logging museum - only clean restroom on US97
between Bend and Klamath Falls

A little Oregon history.  Each of those
army officers later became a general in the Civil War.

It was kind of nice to see some different Cascades.  It's also nice that Oregon labels its mountains.  I was driving into Klamath Falls and saw a mountain to my right.  I wondered which one it could be, when I passed a sign with an arrow, saying "Mt. McCoughlin --->"  I could also see Mr. Shasta from about 100 miles away, which I had never noticed before.

Beautiful Mt. Shasta, and what looks like a parasitic twin volcano

Soooo, I get to Sister #2's house late that night, and since she got up early the next morning to ride her horses, and BIL #2 had to work, I got to hang by their pool in the 95 degree weather.

Basenji #1 apparently didn't think I was warm enough.

Sisters 1 and 4 weren't due in until the next day, so when Sister 2 came back, we ate some great greek food and ran some errands.  One was to her post office, which has the some of the creepiest art I have ever seen in a public building.

Right?  Can you imagine checking your P.O Box with these zombies looming above you??

That night, Sister 2 and I thought we'd better watch the movie again so we could brush up on the song lyrics, so as to better serenade our fellow theater-goers the next day.

And lo and behold, whose name appeared next on the screen?  Why, the name of someone my hubs believes was one of the greatest songwriters of all time:

That's right, the great Johnny Mercer!!  After I picked myself up from the floor where I was laughing fit to bust, I texted him this photo.  Worst music ever, ha!

The next day, Sisters 1 and 4 arrived, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves at the play.

We had a wonderful dinner, again courtesy of Sister and BIL #2, and I won't talk about that night's sleep since the Freight Train Snore Queen already knows about it.

The next day, I headed home (not in one fell swoop this time), and the charm of driving that long solo had completely worn off.  Nonetheless, I loved my visit and love my sisters.   It was a wonderful, wonderful day.

Before I forget:  no road trip is complete without snacks:

That's right, baby food.  Fruit on the go with no mess.  You heard it here first....