Bend’s a magical place where the sunsets knock your socks off and lakefront vistas take your breath away.
But let’s get real.
Your socks are the comfy, faded sort more suited for fireside cuddles than ultramarathons. And we’re all more apt to exhale fresh-brewed coffee than perfect minty-freshness.
That’s the beauty of this place.
The everyday people and everyday moments weave a Bend tapestry that’s bright and wild and wonderful. Forget sterile postcard pictures you touch but can’t feel. Bend stirs up feelings so fierce you’ll find yourself staring at snow-capped mountains wondering “is that real?” And one sunny, riverside afternoon, you’ll see chipmunks chasing through the twisty limbs of a ponderosa as you pack up a picnic that—let’s be honest—contained more cookies than veggie sticks.
It’s all good here. So are you, in this spellbinding place where each moment, each sunrise, each snowman sporting a crooked smile, snatches your heart and won’t let go.