Stand on a roof in Port Angeles at dawn and look around, until then and if you never have the chance. Strait of Juan de Fuca on the far left, Hurricane Ridge and the Olympic Mountains on the right.
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Lake Wenatchee. Cascades holding off a front. |
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A mushroom in the pan is worth two in the car seat. |
The simple joy of the last day of school. |
Learning how to mill lumber in the backcountry. |
Summer days at the pool, when there's still daylight after they close. |
Blading is cooler than it was when you were a kid. |
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Moving all my stuff from here to there. |
Digging up old dashboards. |
Injuries are not as cool as when you were a kid. |
Living and working from here all week. |
Finding sweet hidden beach shack palaces. |
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Mobile shacks and wood shacks. |
That landscape shot at the end. |