Lewis River, La Center, Washington: In Photos

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A few weeks ago, my husband, son, and I journeyed out to the Portland, Oregon, area to visit family. As luck would have it, we arrived just two days after one of Portland's biggest snowstorms in years and years. (Apparently, when people out there encounter a snow event, they abandon their cars on the highways and somehow hitch a hide home, ostensibly on the nine snowplows Portland has for the entire city. Suffice it to say, this baffled us Minnesotans. :) Our luck involved landing at the airport after it was up and running again, and also being able to enjoy an already gorgeous part of the country under a blanket of fresh and frosty white. I took these photos on a solo walk along the Lewis River one early morning. It was a beautiful way to greet the day, and it reminded me of a walk I took at the very end of my pregnancy with my son. This time, I whispered to a new baby, and despite the single-digit temperatures, I was warm.

Happy February, friends. Spring is near, and yet let us not forget how important it is to be able to see through the trees.

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  1. Walk With Father NatureFebruary 6, 2017 at 9:33 AM

    Emily:

    I love to hear about the journeys of your family. Family. Family. It's all about the journey, with family, although your destination in this case was a fine location. My favorite student from years ago lives in Portland, and we visited her one summer. Keep writing and sharing in your warm, welcoming style, and love deeply your Family.

    Gratefully,

    Richard

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    1. Emily BrisseFebruary 28, 2017 at 9:51 AM

      Thanks, Richard. I feel really lucky to have been able to make this trip and to know we'll visit again and again in the coming years. I can certainly think of less beautiful places. :)

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  2. Minnesota Prairie RootsFebruary 10, 2017 at 8:08 AM

    I appreciate your visual and written appreciation of winter, the reminder that this season, too, holds beauty.

    And always you tell us how deeply you love family. That, too, is welcome reading.

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