Since Cesar had to work both Sunday and Monday, I drove over Sunday by myself. This drive proved to me how much I really am my father's daughter. Growing up, we took lots of road trips. Mom always wanted to stop at every little place along the way. Dad, who always drove wanted to just get there. It was about making it to our destination. And I found myself fighting this very urge all the way to Sisters. It was a gorgeous day and drive and I had to fight that DNA every time I pulled over to take a picture.
Detroit Lake from Mongold Day Use Park
The road to Detroit is full of very fond memories for me. My dad painstakingly restored a jet boat when I was a kid and our family time was spent driving to Detroit either for the day or to camp many times throughout the summer. The drive reminded me of some wonderful times with my family and had me smiling with memories of my dad.
The boat dock, in Detroit. Docked at many times in my youth: