{"id":1382,"date":"2019-03-23T03:00:08","date_gmt":"2019-03-23T10:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mackenziesontheroad.com\/?p=1382"},"modified":"2019-03-22T18:32:43","modified_gmt":"2019-03-23T01:32:43","slug":"r-e-s-p-e-c-t-cue-aretha-franklin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mackenziesontheroad.com\/index.php\/2019\/03\/23\/r-e-s-p-e-c-t-cue-aretha-franklin\/","title":{"rendered":"R-E-S-P-E-C-T (cue Aretha Franklin)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I have always appreciated Mother Nature. Darrin and I both grew up outside. We played in brooks and forests, hiked mountains and paddled large lakes in the outback of Maine and Canada. We live in a state where 2 feet of snow at a time is normal and winter lasts 6 months, so you either go bat shit crazy (to quote our good friend, Jen) or you learn to spend a lot of time outside in the cold. Mother Nature has always been a part of our lives, and we respect her immensely. This respect was reaffirmed by our recent visits to the Oregon coast. Her rocky shores combined with the ocean’s rushing tides create incredible energy that can be felt, seen and heard. The pictures we took in no way do justice to the awe inspiring show Mother Nature displays, the rush of waves, the spouts of spray, the booms of the waves echoing through chasms, the vibration of the tides hitting the rocks under your feet. The pictures below are but a shadow of the true experience. <\/p>\n\n\n\n