The Pacific Northwest
I think I want to move here.
Before this trip, I’d spent very little time in the Pacific Northwest. About seven days total, and each one in June. I’d only every seen beautiful sunny Seattle days. So I left asking locals, “Why doesn’t every single person on earth live here?” And they’d all say something along the lines of, “Come back in November and you’ll understand.”
Well I did, and I still don’t.
In a single day I trudged through the snow to take a peak at the royalest blue waters of Crater Lake. then I drove down the mountain to the sharp oranges and yellows of a misty fall riverside in Umpqua national forest. Then I made my way to the coast and an ice cream straight from the source at Tillamook Creamery. And I hadn’t even made it to Portland – Brooklyn without the hassle of the other boroughs. Or Seattle, a moody writers paradise as beautiful in the rain as it is in June. Or the Columbia River, where Lewis and Clark and Chris got as far as they were going to go. Or Olympic, or the Cascades… the list goes on, but I could not. So maybe I’ll have to come back for good.
My steed too
Controlled burn
A ways to go
A spot of weather
House on the hill
great day for a swim at Salishan
Multanomah falling
Hole in the wall
The three amigos
Top of the mountain
Back up the Columbia