Here’s something interesting for you: many people think the Pacific Northwest is only the territory from western Oregon up through western Vancouver, British Columbia. It’s not. The Pacific Northwest, AKA: PNW, covers Washington, Oregon, B.C., Idaho, and parts of Montana and California and Alaska.
Spent the long “traitorous colonials” (aka: Independence Day) weekend with my best friend, her hubs, and their two small humans camping out in North Cascades National Park. There were camp fires, roasted marshmallow stuffed Reese’s (because this Celiac improvises with candy for Graham Crackers, haha!), bugs with little people, hiking and boat rides. ‘Merica!
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The only time I willingly allow bugs in my tent is when a little Heathen happens to be sharing it with me. All little kids should play with bugs 🙂
These falls…oh, so much more I could have scrambled, but I left Angsty Teenager and the Greekanese at the trailhead by a stream and decided it would be rude to bail on them for more than an hour 🙂
Green Lake – I will see you soon.
As I get older, I find I have a ridiculous appreciation for bridges. Maybe it’s not overly ridiculous to be glad that people decided to make access to other areas easier, but it still can seem a little strange. Having previously taken for granted the skills each generation has used to build a bridge, be it steel or wood, I’d just like to send a little shout out to those magnificent bridge builders of past and present – THANK YOU!
I had this great plan for getting up super early, pre-dawn-style, hopping a ferry over to the Olympic Peninsula and adventuring through a trail system along a lake. That didn’t so much happen.
Colorado is beautiful, amazing, fantastic, gorgeous, and amazeballs (to steal the young people’s terminology). Continue reading
I got trumped by the universe. And that’s OK!
If you were to ask my mother what her version of “camping” or “roughing it” is, she’d tell you it’s renting a room at the Holiday Inn (American ones aren’t necessarily as nice as European ones). I, on the other hand, would tell you it’s being out amongst nature or staying in a rustic or “primitive” cabin in the middle of winter.
It is a well established fact that I am a procrastinator. I work really well under pressure (though you wouldn’t know it by the fact I look three shades of bat-shit crazy when it happens) Continue reading