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Trekked to Sun River this weekend for a family reunion. In the midst of all the family time, I managed to slip away for a few walks. Friday night, I took Jack and we hiked to the village, a collection of restaurants, bistros and giftshops that just scream tourist trap.

I came across a sushi/martini bar (go figure) and had quite the feast of tuna, eel and skanky Japanese beer. The pretty girl in the picture is Dusty, one of the many friendly staffers (waitresses? sushiers?) at the place.

The last time I remember being at Sun River, I was trying to decide how serious to get with Savannah. This time, I was trying to figure out how to let go of my feelings for Lillian. Different girl, same basic situation. I prayed all weekend long - and it's amazing how much it helped. I don't know if I could have gotten through the pain without prayer.

Sunday morning, Jack and I rose before 6 and hiked five miles as the sun rose at our backs. We played by the river, watched the mountains as the sun hit them and gazed across barbed wire fences at a herd of horses. At one point, we got up close to the fence as a horse peered over quizzically at us. Jack and he touched noses and sniffed each other : Dog, meet horse.

I'm back in Eugene now. It's harder to be somewhere that reminds me so much of Lillian. I know it's only in this brokenness I can truly be healed and actually live for God, but it really sucks at times.