In 2016, I became fascinated by a place in Washington near La Conner called "Fish Town." This was an area just south of La Conner where, in the 70s, a group of artists rented fishing shacks along the slough where they settled an unofficial town.
For years I talked about travelling to Hell's Gate -- and not just so I can say I've literally been to Hell and back. Hell's Gate is nestled in the narrowest part of the Fraser River just down from Boston Bar. In 1808, Simon Fraser uttered the phrase, "(it's) a place where no human should … Continue reading James in His Jeep Getting Java – Hell’s Gate Edition
Travelling to Leavenworth in the Cascade Mountains is a little like going to visit Santa's village. The town is made up to resemble an old Bavarian village, and oftentimes storefronts will play Christmas music even though it was sunny, nearly 35 C, and the beginning of summer.
The first night I had forgotten to pick up a propane canister for my camp stove and the general store was out of them. Instead, I bought some wood and built a fire, figuring I could boil my water for coffee and oats over that until I was back in the town the next day. This was Grinfinn's first experience with fire, I assume, as it completely freaked him out.
I was awake by four a.m. and up by five. Call it excitement, maybe a little nerves, but this was my first camping trip in seven years and my first with Grinfinn. When I attempted to wake up the boy, he just looked at me, grunted, and resumed his slumber. But if I was up, so was he.