Sometimes, the realization that we are ‘living the dream’ hits me like a sack of hard candy. So many moments of perfection. I don’t believe in perfection as a constant state. But I do believe in it as moments; which are usually interuppted by something small pest (i.e. mosquito, roll of the ankle, cat pooping in the littler box, lube pump giving out- again, etc.). But damn, when you’re in that moment, it’s good. So good. Perfect, in fact. We did a bit of ‘back tracking’ this month and headed back down towards Central-Western Oregon in preparation for getting some…