a wet departure for the drive home
If nobody else wants it for anything, the fish and wildlife can have it. Parking lot included.
Meanwhile, the local road referees are throwing flags at everything on wheels today.
This is the exact forest where the Headless Horseman roams.
And roams.
Things are decidedly clear cut here.
Russ and Emma at the ritual pit stop at Potlatch State Park. Emma's hoping the photographing will stop at any moment now.
It's those birds again - this pair could have stepped right out of a Hitchcock script.
In the studio of the master bowmaker.
Our little dinnertime ritual.
Tiny sonic booms come out of Emma's snout as she eats. Best to stand back.
The guardian of Oak Harbour. Never mess with the guardian.
Lunatic stick men with hockey sticks try to block our passage. Foolish stick men.
Angry truck has a dash board that lights up like the 4th of July at night.
Yes, this is Vancouver.
The view down our back lane. Yes, we're home, and yes, it is raining.
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