At some point, every summer, I make a pilgrimage back to the Pacific Northwest.
I struggle to find the words to describe what this place means to me. There is some sort of fantastic synergy of family and landscape that makes this the most special place in the world to me. It’s enough to make me believe in fairy tales. The way I feel when I am in this place is, for lack of a better word, enchanted. The clouds wrap themselves around me, the sea salt air fills my lungs, the infinite shades of green permeates all that I gaze upon and the siren’s songs of the mountains all lure me in and entrap my heart. It’s a spell that I never want to have broken.
And is it any wonder … this place is stunning.
I may not have the words … but as always, the themes revolve around the following:
I’ll be back. I can never stay away for long.