Ironically, Bend, Oregon's name used to be Farewell Bend, but then shortened to Bend, Oregon a few years after it was founded!
On our last day in Bend, Trey usually gets out all of his playing before we leave. We are always so sad to leave.
Trey got up enough courage to finally pet and feed the cows. I was very proud of him!
A last jump on the tramp with Grandma Bend and Derek.
Trey enjoys playing in the barn with the hay and chasing the barn cats. One of Trey's favorite toys: the 6-wheeler!!!
Trey had been trying to ride one of Robert's dogs all week, finally, he was able to stay on Cleatus, the dog, long enough to snap a picture.
As a final farewell, Grandpa Bend took Trey on a ride down the dirt driveway on the 6-wheeler. I followed them, very slowly in our car, and met them at the end of the road. Needless to say, Trey didn't want to get off the 6-wheeler or to say goodbye to Grandpa Bend. It was a sad moment, but we promised we would be back soon.
My parents live about 3 miles from the Highway, and we hadn't even traveled 2 miles and Trey was out. He was OUT until we reached Burn, Oregon, two hours into our trip. It was wonderful to listen to my own Satelite radio programs (too bad E! is only on Monday through Friday! I really would have caught up on ALL of my gossip.).
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