MINE

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“And this is where I want to be
This is what I need
This is where I want to be
This is what I need
This is where I want to be
But I know that this will never be mine

Ooh, the thrill and the hurting
The thrill and the hurting
I know that this will never be mine

I want you as the dream
Not the reality”

 
― Kate Bush, Never Be Mine

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{ Arizona }

DESERT DIARY

Just a couple days before returning to the desert and my #mujeresmilagros.

Quietly reflecting on memories from last year’s gathering. #GratefulAF for all the goodness that has, is and will be thanks to this special space.

Pacific NW

Remember those posts where I took you with us in words and pictures as we circled the States?

Well, this is not one of those posts.

Our trip around the Pacific Northwest — three weeks by car from San Francisco to Seattle and back — was solid. Much to see and do and eat (duh), but too much to capture. Harder still to share.

Here’s what I’ve got…

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californ-i-a

So many amazing murals plus the classic “walking from behind” shot. We urban-hiked 35 miles in two days. Not enough to avoid the curse of vegan junk food that was soon to overtake us…

Below, Mount Shasta somewhere en route from San Francisco, CA to Eugene, OR.

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we’re in oregon now!

Dinner at Eugene’s infamous Cornbread Cafe for afore-mentioned “comfort” food. Some of the things we stuffed into ourselves (plus so much more we’re too embarrassed to say we ate in one sitting…)

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portland-I-A, oregon

All things funky and delicious in Portland, OR. Plus wild artichokes growing in people’s yards. This is not a joke.

I’m not really that into plants and such but, when I die, I want to come back as just about any type of flora that grows in the Pacific Northwest.

Just kidding. I’m never going to die.

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Seattle, WA / Where Frasier lives, according to my mom

{ plus a nearby hidden waterfall }

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All things nature via Canon Beach, OREGON

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heading south to Yachats, ORegon

{ pronounced Ya-Hots! }

< PSA >

Don’t be one of those assholes that disturbs the natural landscape to erect a cairn that means absolutely nothing / leads to absolutely nowhere.

I’m filing this in the same spot as “Leave the wild pony skeleton under the rock where you found it, asshole.”

< / PSA >

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Point Reyes, CA

Back in California for gale force winds along the national seashore.

Let’s pretend I wrote you a legit blog about this trip but that it was blown away at sea and that I promise to do better next time, mmk?

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