First stop in our trip to the Pacific North West brought us to Eugene, OR. We’d been so busy before we left that we hadn’t done much planning on what to do, but once we got orientated it seemed pretty obvious. Highway 126 runs from the coast through Eugene »
The last few days we’ve been over on the west side of the state, staying at our friend’s family’s farmhouse. It rained most of the way there, and most of the first day; whereas I’d been managing a page or two of the book I was reading about coyotes »
We have a huge magnolia tree in our front yard. It keeps getting bigger, but as it ages, bits keep dropping off – it seems particularly at risk during ice storms. It’s actually a little late this year, but each spring we get an amazing display of blossoms. And »
The idea of this trip was borne in part out of the frustrations of my previous trip while taking a long detour drive because the hike I’d planned proved too challenging that day and I was having all this trouble finding accommodation and I pulled the car over for »
Quite the trip.
I was up bright and early, too early to even see my great AirBnB hosts to thank them, walked the half-mile to the train station. For a long time, it was just me and the train, so I selected a good seat and went outside and »
I woke up this morning and thought, I’ll go to Wick. And now I here am. But only for a few minutes; well no, I’m here overnight, but still, only saw my wonderful AirBnB hosts to say hello when I arrived (didn’t want to interrupt their dinner).
Last night there »