Alas, we were a little despondent after the loss of what we thought was our dream venue. Having a wonderful team behind us, everyone put their heads together in an effort to find a new venue.
Like I mentioned in my last post, my heart was set on getting married in our hometown. But our options were so slim, and I gave our families the go-ahead to broaden their search.
One day, my FMIL approached me with an idea: she remembered an inn along the Mckenzie River that Grandma Alma used to love. That in and of itself was enough sentimentality for us to at least consider the place, so Mr. Orca, FMIL, FFIL, and I took off to check it out the next weekend.
Mind you, this venue was about an hour and a half away from home…not exactly a destination wedding, but not the hometown vibe I originally had in mind.
We arrived in the tiny town of Vida, Oregon and began hunting for the inn. Tragically, it had burned down some years ago. (Why didn’t we research beforehand? I wish I could tell you…) Since we were already in Vida, we decided to do a little detective work and, with the help of our spotty internet connection, we found this driveway.
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