frolick through a meadow of wildflowers

for the first time in a long time i saw more stars than i could count on one hand. i had a deliciously foreign homemade dinner. i smelled the air conditioning. i spoke hungarian. i don’t know which of these things prompted such boldness, but somehow, someway i ended up in a field of flowers in the middle of the night dancing with people i love. and then it started raining. i think i get double points.

Despite the fact that it’s Winter where I live, I’m still trying to think of possible places to find a meadow.

Ideally, I’d backpack to the prime location, find the meadow, and have a friend snap a few pics of the proceedings.

Any ideas where I could do this in the NorthWest? (Oregon, Idaho?)