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We've been on a road trip for two weeks.  Last night we drove I-84 over Cabbage Hill (Blue Mountains) and stopped to look at the last 45 minutes of road to home.

It was our welcome quilt.

There is no place like home.

Comments

Jan said…
Love this shot. Yes, there is no place like home, where ever it may be.
9:36 AM, June 26, 2010
Far Side of Fifty said…
Beautiful shot! I figured you were gone..I was getting a little worried about you..hope you share some of your travels after you rest up! My brother called on Thursday..he said that was the day that summer arrived because it was not raining and it was 75 degrees, that was south of Portland:)
10:51 AM, June 26, 2010
grammy said…
soooo beautiful
can't wait to hear more about your trip (o:
11:46 AM, June 26, 2010
Lene Andersen said…
wow! What a shot! I love the softness of the haze. A quilt to wrap around you, soaking up the cozy of home.
11:55 AM, June 26, 2010
Janis said…
That does look like a quilt. Great shot. You are so right..there is no place like home.
4:28 PM, June 26, 2010
~sWaMpY~ said…
Beautiful shot...so glad you aren't still on the elevator.
6:42 PM, June 26, 2010
Steve Skinner said…
Love the quilt image!!
7:07 PM, June 26, 2010
Kim said…
You take the most amazing photographs. I really love this one.
7:25 PM, June 26, 2010
bichonpawz said…
What an interesting photo! Love the angles!!

Glad you had a safe trip Pamela and can't wait to hear all about it!!
12:56 AM, June 27, 2010
Jenni said…
As much as I love to travel, it's always good to come home. Which is why I refuse to consider Danny's idea of someday selling our house and buying one of those big RVs to live/travel in. I don't need one of those monsters to travel (there's no way I would drive it!) and I want to always be able to come home to rest and get ready for our next adventure.
4:54 AM, June 27, 2010
Ingrid said…
Ah ! that's why you disappeared from Blogworld to drive through patchworks. The Blue Mountains are usually very beautiful if I remember well !
Home sweet home ? Yes maybe it's true, lol !
5:31 AM, June 27, 2010
C... said…
fantastic shot :)
5:33 AM, June 27, 2010
Peter said…
A beautiful Quilt Pamela.
7:20 AM, June 27, 2010
Kila said…
Lovely photo.

You're fortunate to have a place to call "home". I finally found mine. Took me 39 years!
8:49 AM, June 28, 2010
Carla said…
Gorgeous. Beautiful shot.
6:13 PM, June 28, 2010
Hayden said…
What an absolutely gorgeous picture!
8:27 AM, June 29, 2010
Intense Guy said…
Beautiful, beautiful shot.

And yes, there is no place like home. :) Welcome home... I hope you greatly enjoyed your trip!
12:31 PM, June 29, 2010
Unknown said…
It absolutely looks like a quilt! Amazing! You had quite an adventure!!
1:53 PM, July 03, 2010
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