Sunday, December 14, 2014

Blowing the Popsicle Stand

There comes a time, in any midwestern transplants life, that a sudden and unquenchable need to see topography occurs. Now, before all you suburban farmers start throwing pitchforks at my house, let me provide you with an inarguable argument as to why one must, occasionally, blow this Popsicle stand:

1. Goddammit this place is flat.
2. There's more to vegetation than corn and prairie grass.
3. Water flows down hill, but you don't know that cause you got no hills.
4.  Conifers, people. They smell nice.
5. Sometimes you just gotta get your crunch on.

We packed up, and went west. Way west, to Seattle & the Olympic Peninsula for labor day weekend.

My criteria for vacation was: not here. Chris's criteria for vacation was: cabin and beer.

Done.

We stayed in Seattle a few days before heading to land of the big trees, wandering around Hurricane Ridge, Hoh Rainforest, Rialto Beach, Cape Flattery, & a little day trip to Victoria, BC, to get our Canada on.

Will let the slide show do the rest of the talking...