I was born a travelin' man...
Two weeks.
Three thousand miles.
Six states.
Five gracious hosts/hostesses.
One hotel room.
Ten hot bucket baths.
Eight cold camping nights.
Countless peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Unfathomable natural beauty.
170 new pictures (click on photo below).
And the happiest of endings.
We're settling in to our temporary home in Sequim on the gorgeous Olympic Peninsula, just two hours and one ferry ride from Seattle. I am steps from the beach (Strait of Juan de Fuca), with wonderful friends and two very happy, relaxed parents.
It's good here. But, I'm already asking, "Where are we going next?"
