Happy Labor Day!
A fun, or maybe not so fun, fact about Labor Day for you – Oregon was the first state to make Labor Day a holiday in 1887. So, thank you Oregon, because I needed this extra day to recuperate after my trip to, whatdyaknow, Oregon last week.
So, if you noticed my absence last week, I promise I wasn’t slacking off. I was spending my week in good old Pendleton, OR. Although, not by choice, in case you’re wondering. And by that I mean it was a business trip. Yes, I have a job, for all the non-believers.
Let me tell you, Pendleton is a far cry from Atlanta. Far. It’s a small town, rich in history (and not much else – seriously). I even drove the Oregon Trail just to get there. If that ain’t history for you, I don’t know what is.
I didn’t say in town but rather on the Umatilla Indian Reservation at the Wildhorse Resort & Casino, which was actually rather nice. I was even able to get a room in the new Tower that they had just finished building last year.
And the view from my room was beautiful. It really was. Living in downtown Atlanta, I have a nice view of the city so this was pretty much the complete opposite. And so refreshing.
Despite how quiet and beautiful is was out there, there really wasn’t a whole to do. I spent most of my time in my room watching Netflix except for the few minutes I spent at the casino losing all my moneys. If only I could expense my losses.
But, I did stop at a few local shops on the way out of town my last day there, including the Pendleton Woolen Mills. While most of the items weren’t my style, at all, I did see a couple of items that I wouldn’t have minded picking up. One being this awesome wool & leather backpack. If only I hadn’t lost all my money playing the slots. Maybe I’ll pick it up the next time I go.
And yes, there will be a next time. And a next-next time. And a next-next-next time.








3 comments :
That view looks so serene! And that’s rather not rainy for what I imagined Oregon to look like either.
It was a really nice view. I even got to watch the sun rise the first morning I was there. I wasn’t mad at that at all.
I miss Oregon. =( I miss the Northwest period.