Thanks to my internal east coast clock, I was up with the dawn Monday morning.
Hugging my hot tea, I picked my way over giant pieces of drift wood to the shore, and enjoyed the view of the San Juan Islands rising out of the mist across the straights. Our first destination, however, was a bit further south - the Olympic Peninsula.
It is all so beautiful and different; I believe the Pacific even smells different from the Atlantic!
Hugging my hot tea, I picked my way over giant pieces of drift wood to the shore, and enjoyed the view of the San Juan Islands rising out of the mist across the straights. Our first destination, however, was a bit further south - the Olympic Peninsula.
It is all so beautiful and different; I believe the Pacific even smells different from the Atlantic!
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