As my junior year finished, I realized that when I try to envision the summers of my future, all I see is a giant black hole of nothingness. Maybe a trip to the Grand Canyon. But mostly void.
For spring break I brought two of my friends from college to the wild wild west known as Coupeville, WA. They'd never been to the PNW before and so got to experience some special Washington things, such as rain.
I finally got my motorcycle license so it's safe to say that I'm going to have helmet hair all summer. Chumstick Mountain (which comes from the Chinook language and means "painted tree"). Great smells I encountered on my motorcycle ride today: Ocean wind mixed with madrona tree. Freshly tilled soil. Sea salt. Meadow covered w/ … Continue reading Perpetual Helmet Hair