Our drive home day features the classic west coast rainforest wetness.
Crossing the Columbia always has it's dangers and annoyances.
Everything's a little bleary today.
They are in there. And they come out at night.
Suddenly we find ourselves on the Port Townsend Ferry – we're not at all sure how we got here – we have to convince ourselves that we not still in Cannon Beach in the midst of a sleeping dream state.
Spring has finally sprung in the beauty spot that is Fairhaven
The evil forests re assert themselves as we close in on home.
Just a bit past Crewdson's magic hour. Vancouver breaks to an ominous tune.
Mondrian on Main.
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