I’m sorry for neglecting you. I got caught up in the thing called life. Forgive me?
Sweet – so a catch-up is in order because my last posting was last year… like, the last quarter of last year, haha!
All is well! Life is relatively grand. I spent the holidays with my new family and learned many, many British Christmas traditions while introducing them to some of my American ones. I’ll throw something up on that later, though as I’m sure most of you don’t care all that much.
I promised photos from Stourhead National Park which I visited with my partner during my time off that week in October, so here they are!
P.S. If it looks familiar, it’s because it was used for a few scenes in Pride & Prejudice.
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.
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.
My poetic tribute to humidity:
Oh, humidity, how I hate you. I have not missed you. I despise you. Oh, humidity. Continue reading
Hall-frickin-lujah! I finally managed to escape the confines of my house in early November. Yes. It took me a month to write about it: judge all you want.
Let me just start by saying something I’m sure I’ve said before: I hate the heat. With a passion. Continue reading
I was originally hoping to title this, “Snow Hike Through Bull Run Mountains”, but alas, the snow that we were promised failed to arrive Saturday, and what rolled through Sunday could be replicated by a five-year old throwing a handful of confetti. Therefore, sad face 😦 Continue reading