We spent the week of Summer Solstice on a beach on Washington's Olympic Peninsula, surrounded by old-growth trees, the corresponding clear cuts, facing the wild, endless Pacific, watching the eagles, deer, fur seals, otters, jays, fellow hikers pass by. We hiked to swim in rivers and admire ancient rock drawings and stood unsteadily on the Westernmost point of the lower 48. (Oh, and had someone's ashes scattered over us!) We ate rice and beans, trail mix, bits of seaweed, salmonberries. Mostly we drank our coffee black and spent all day outside and with each other.
To say that it's a little hard to come back to the relative civilization of laundry, the internet, cars, phones, obligations, an abundance of food, weeds, 4th of July coming up quick and all the ferry lines and crazy times ahead, would be a massive understatement. It's a different kind of wildness. Of course, it's nice to be home, to see our cats, to eat vegetables, to weed our beds of cabbages and potatoes and beets growing huge. And I do look forward to checking in with all of you and if I owe you an email, please forgive me, I owe a lot of people emails.
There'll be a lot more posts about our adventures, but if you're interested here's something I wrote about why we camp from the last time we spent Solstice on the coast.
Now back to this reality.
Edit: When I first posted this the image above had a weird bad-photoshop sheen. Turns out that Charlie's camera apparently has a feature that photoshops your face. WTF. We only discovered this after transferring the pics onto the computer and flickr. I figured out how to get the original version of the "beautified" image and am way happier to have that one up. I don't really want to post pics where I look like a video game character without big boobs. I can help it that is. But to see the creepy difference, you can check out the "improved" image here. That is not how I look after three days of camping, trust me. Who in the world would want a camera that does that?