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Falling in Love with Places

Sometimes the places we expect to love, we don’t. And sometimes, without warning, we fall in love places we didn’t expect. September, Gabriola Island In September, we flew up to Victoria, rented a car, drove up to Nainamo BC, and stayed the night there, before heading over on a small ferry to the small island…

Shrimp and Thunderstorms

By Sunday afternoon, we were one of seven groups of campers left in Chicot State Park: the largest state park in Louisiana. With almost 200 spots, we each had our plot of privacy. Clearing out earlier than the 1pm check out time, the park was muggy, humid at a level like a misty bathroom after…

State Park: Lake Bob Sandlin

On Friday, while Jeremiah was working at his desk with the window open, he turned to me and said, “What’s the opposite of a blue jay?” “Um,” I replied, trying to use Jeremiah-logic to decipher what he meant. “Oh, a Cardinal.” “There’s a cardinal outside the window!” Being from Oregon, we’re not used to bright…