To Mexico!

A conversation that happened in my life:


“What do you want to do tonight?”

“I dunno.”

“I’m bored.”

“Wanna go somewhere?”

“Sure. Where?”

“How about Mexico?”


“What are we going to do there?”

“….Get tacos?”



…so we did. And they were delicious.


Road Trip Nostalgia

I…miss driving. Recently I’ve been in several cars, often driving roads that I know. I’m passing towns where my friends live, and I’m seeing back roads that go by beautiful spaces, and I really miss driving.

I’ve had some conversations recently about how driving represents freedom to Americans in a way that it doesn’t always in other cultures; how driving a car is so important to American mythology.

I’ve driven across the deserts, I’ve driven through the plains in winter. I’ve crossed mountains and lakes.

I try to be skeptical of that kind of American Dream-type mythology when I recognize it in my life, but… this is part of it that I have honestly bought into.

When I’m driving…I can go anywhere.

I can pick up the people on the side of the road. I can do anything I want to. I have stability, but more than that, it *is* freedom.

If I need to cross the country for work, I can.
If I want to cross the country to see someone I love, I can.

If I want to leave at 2:44 A.M., I can, because I am not dependent on anything.

Just a full tank of gas and a road ahead.

A Tour of MIddle Earth Via Washington

I watch a lot of movies. I watch a lot of movies with friends. Often, when I am watching movies with my friends, there will be at least one shot within the film, and I’ll feel the unquenchable ¬†need to inform everyone present that the landscape onscreen “Looks like Washington”.

So, in order to explain this obsession, I took an obnoxious amount of pictures on my last trip across the state.



I hope you’re ready for the slideshow.


(Here’s a soundtrack, for your listening needs.)


If you’ve ever ¬†wondered what the hill from the default background of Windows XP would look like near around harvest time, wonder no more:



Or what it would look like around harvest time, but also, with a barn!


Washington: West of Farmland


“They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard!”


We could follow them, but let’s stop in wine country instead.



Or if you’d rather be dry as a desert…



Crossing the Columbia River:


Where we farm windmills.








Entering the foothills:



The first glimpse of Rohan the mountains.


(Says friend: “I’ve always identifited strongly with the Rohirrim. They probably listen to alt-country.”)


Oh Look! Another River! It’s pretty!



Ten points for horses!



The mountains. They’re pretty gorgeous.




The Pacific Ocean.




Seriously. Washington is *beautiful*.