I just got back from a weekend in LA. My Dad and family live down there, and I'm fortunate to visit them a few times a year. We've started to develop some traditions on these quick trips.
On Friday night, my family gets together at my Uncle's house for Shabbot dinner. He and his immediate family are Orthodox Jewish, so we partake in the ritual and inevitable food feast with them. It's always a wonderful time.
On Saturday morning, my Dad and I usually head out for a motorcycle ride across the canyon and to the beach. We stop at the Rock Store and this time, Neptune's Net, both popular biker-stops.
Besides the great feeling of the wind on my face, my favorite part of these trips is the people watching. It's fun to see the different kinds of people who show up at these biker-hangouts – weekend warriors, serious hogsters, young, old, men, women. Bikers come in all shapes and sizes. To see what they look like and how they interact is always a treat.
Sunday is golf day at the Country Club. I play with my Dad, Uncle and Aunt. I'm no good, but enjoy spending time with my family on a beautiful course and in a different setting. Today, I parred and out-drove the foursome on two holes. That's a good golf day for me and will keep me coming back for more.
Often, we'll get together with my stepsister and her family, but not on this trip. They have a beautiful house in Manhattan Beach, so in addition to more family time, I get to relax and take in the sun and sand.
Honestly, one of the best parts of these trips is coming home. Every time I get in my car at the Eugene Airport and head home, I get this overwhelming feeling of thankfulness and peace. I love living and working in Eugene. It's wonderful to visit friends and family in LA, but my home and heart are in Eugene.
Written by Dana Turell
Tagged in: Life
on Jul 05, 2009