Spring in Bend is a wake-up call for the senses. The ponderosas stretch skyward, shaking off winter’s weight. Rivers swell with snowmelt, rushing wild and free. Even the high desert joins in—exploding with wildflowers, painting the earth in color. And you? You feel it too. That pull to wade knee-deep into the Deschutes. That itch to get lost—just for a while—in the shadow of Mount Bachelor. That urge to swap stories over a crackling fire, to raise another round, to laugh a little louder, to let