I hung with my friends for the weekend in Bend, Oregon. It has been fascinating to learn what our friend Tod did during his two years in the Dominican Republic serving as a Peace Corps volunteer. Whether it was bolstering hurricane weakened aqueducts, youth AIDS awareness, building wood stoves in the mountains, or his work with the local youth groups. It has been fun learning about culture and life the Dominican Republic, more commonly known as “The DR”.
We booked our second mancation of the year for Central Oregon so we could catch up with our friend. The drive to Bend, Oregon from Seattle takes about 6-7 hours through scenic areas of Oregon. Seeing Mt. Hood with the full moon shining on its glaciers is awe inspiring. It was one of those amazing late night drives I will always remember.
I’ll cherish this specific drive to Bend not only for its scenic goodness. The marvelous HD radio in the Subaru never got used, Tod and I had much catching up to do. It was fantastic and something I’ve missed amongst friends in the last two years. As a parent it’s rare where/when I have a deep uninterrupted serious talk these days.
With a yellow line to my left and a white one to the car’s right, I listened to how his life had unfolded in The DR. I discussed the joys (and heartaches) of parenthood while hardly noticing vast amounts of miles ticking away. We discussed relationships, friendships, triathlons, parents, and everything in between.
To me, this is what friendship looks like in the dictionary. The talk we shared reminded me of a car ride I took with Mrs. Lessinges in 1998 when we drove together from Chicago to Seattle. A ride so pleasant the radio wasn’t needed as a social crutch. You just go from one topic to the next until you finally arrive at your destination, puzzled how you got there as fast as you did.
This my friends is what defines friendship. You can pick up where you left off as if nothing has been lost. Two years away from home, aw…. no big deal.