cabo san lucas, part I.
stowe, vermont
last last weekend, we hit the road again for a mini trip in honor of columbus day. this time, we headed four hours north to stowe, vermont.
we joined forces with a huge majority of other fellow-new-englanders and did what people do out here at this time of year: we followed the foliage north, and became leaf peepers!
that’s right – we took a weekend trip just to observe the beautiful shades of leaves this area of the country offers at this time of year.
we stopped by the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream factory in vermont, made visits to three antique shops, enjoyed everything the Trapp family lodge had to offer,
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my affinity towards the tri-cities…
this trip? i feel guilty saying things like, “i needed this family-reunion-vacation” knowing traveling is a luxury, but i’m still going to say it. since we’ve returned to our home {almost five weeks ago} i am more relaxed than i’ve been in a long time, in sync with my husband, nature, my own mind and spirit. like my soul has found a peace it needed. why? i believe it was because i reconnected with so many of my kinfolk.
i believe, we each need those connections to stay balanced.
{Pasco farmer’s market | my sister-in-law Janice, moi, niece Marisa | fresh flowers for my dad’s grave}
visiting my Dad’s grave in Kennewick…
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Mt. Rainier
we visited paradise.
first stop, christine falls —
second stop, narada falls —
the kids and i are tiny little dots standing on the bridge at the top of narada falls.
third stop, paradise…
what am i doing in this last picture? i am taking a picture out the window of our SUV of that tree that stands alone on that little island. poetic,
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nostalgic…
the washington-family-reunion-road-trip-vacation-documentation continues on…
after our stop at lake quinault, we continued on to montesano. Montesano, Washington is my hometown. i was born in Juneau, Alaska and also moved to American Fork, Utah the year i was in third grade, but I definitely claim Montesano as my hometown. I lived their most the years from the time i was an infant till i was thirteen years old. and now, my kiddos have been there! so cool.
when i was a kid my grandpa would always tell me this story:
in the early days there was an indian chief named Monte, and one day the indian chief from the next village over paid Monte a visit.
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