At Christmas, my daughters got me tickets to go out to visit my EldestDaughter & her family in Washington State.
The trip was this last weekend.
I was gone Friday through Monday, and it was…amazing.
This was my first view from the plane… Yeah, it was a wing seat, so?
Ironically, the last time I flew, I was pregnant with EldestDaughter… And this time, 28 years later, I was going to see her.
(And her husband, and my grandkids, yes. My other daughter & her boyfriend were going too, I met up with them in MSP/St.Paul!)
The trip was a whirlwind of sightseeing & visiting with the kids. I don’t know that I got to do a whole lot of sitting unless it was in the car, or in a chair to game with my grandson, Schnicklefritz. (We play Fallout 3 more or less together… I’m teaching a 7-yr. old the skills he needs to survive the Wasteland, don’t hate)
(Lots of “road” pictures, I miss tree variety…)
Skagit Valley Overlook. In the last picture, to the right, next to the trees, you can see the oyster farms, as the tide was out.
Schnicklefritz & MiniMoose (in the background) We went to a Mexican restaurant Saturday night for dinner. The food was excellent, had a meander through town with Youngerdaughter & her beau afterwards, then MOAR GAMING, saith the Schnicklefritz…
Sunday was a trip up towards the “pointy mountains”, as EldestDaughter called them, but they were pretty well hidden in the clouds. We did see Deception Pass. I was able to walk across the first walking bridge…but not the second one…
Ugh.
Even the first one made me nauseated.
No lie.
I just can’t do heights anymore.
As a kid, I used to climb like a monkey up & down the cliff behind our house in Iowa, using saplings like a ladder. I was fearless.
I’m not that kid, anymore.
But, being in Washington…was like stepping into a forest primeval.
Everything was so…lush…
The trees were coated in moss from roots to branches, the ground littered with huge ferns that trailed and meandered everywhere.
And everything seemed to be in bloom.
I wish I’d gotten more pictures, but my head was on a constant swivel, and things seemed to rush by so quickly. I just couldn’t take it all in.
The trip was over far too soon.
And now, I have a huge Schnicklefritz-sized hole in my heart again.
*sniffle*
Save me some sunflowers, Lil dude.
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