Thursday morning was a quick 3 miles downhill to White Pass where I bought a couple pastries and waited for my ride home. Dad and Sid picked me up at the store after a little while and we drove home to Eugene, getting breakfast along the way.
Like most of my trips home to Eugene over the last several years, the whole visit seemed like a whirlwind of activity. Dinner party Thursday evening, wedding rehearsal and dinner on Friday, my sister Rachel had her wedding on Saturday, church and another party Sunday. I did manage to get resupplied, got new tips for my trekking poles, ditched a handful of things from my pack I never use, and, most importantly, got tickets and reservations for my trip to NY with Laura. (This vacation from my vacation gave me a chance to plan my next vacation. Life is rough.)