Welcome to Fields, Oregon

Photo documentation of where my parents will eventually retire, right, Mom??? ;)

Okay, well my mom says never, but I'd still think it'd be a kick to visit "our" town.

But don't hold your breath, people,...and just check it out.

Almost....there! It's almost as exciting as going to Redding...right Hayley?

That's it. The whole town. Well at least they water their trees.

If the sign was "donated" then there's no trust fund for those with the town's name. :(

Hi, welcome to the promise land...or at least...the business location for a day.

I will steal this sign eventually. Roadtrip, anyone? Gas is on me. I'll sing too.

I lost my $#!t with this "emo" picture of my dad, the Beaver bubba keg, and the sign.

Ya, we didn't really get to yack much since there wasn't cell service either.

Final Tally: 4 dead birds (my dad called them suicidal - apparently that was the case), and the almost-roadkill count of 1 deer, 1 bunny, and a few squirrels.

And somehow I still kinda miss Oregon...even the backwoods, missing teeth, shotgun-toting, barefoot and pregnant, cousin-marrying kind that inhabit the not-so-glamourous parts.