Last month my boyfriend turned twenty-six and I could not figure out what to get him for the life of me. I started searching online and found a few fun ideas like the Portland Chocolate Tour. But then realized that that would be like him buying me tickets to a Mopar car show. Don’t get me wrong, I love his 1970 plum crazy (purple) Challenger but I don’t care to go see a hundred of them – the same way the he wouldn’t care to try more then one kind of chocolate.
As a born and raised Montanan, the words “country fair” mean livestock, 4-H, bump-n-runs, mini donuts, rodeos, country concerts, and cowboy boots. Last month I learned that those words mean something entirely different to the small city of Veneta, OR and the thousands of people who attend the Oregon Country Fair every year.
Now that Keenan and I have been introduced to the world of only having “x” amount of vacation days, we try our best to take advantage of the long holiday weekends. This year for Memorial Day weekend we planned a three-day adventure throughout southern Oregon and northern California totaling to 1,000 miles, beginning in Beaverton, OR.