In Bellingham, I got to see the sun set over the water for the first time. Ever.
Old Town Cafe in Bellingham where you can sing for your supper and they judge you if you order bacon. I went for breakfast which is way to early to sing. Of course I had to order the bacon. It was burned.
Powell's books is overwhelming, but really inspiring, too.
Stunning coast in Oregon and surfers there are fun and nerve-wracking to watch.
I ate lots of seafood, especially loved my baked salmon sandwich from a little counter lunch spot near the Pike Place market. Think it was called Three Sisters Bakery. I also ate Morels and Fiddleheads. And drank lots of coffee.
I saw Elk and I think I saw an Eagle. I know I saw a sign on a rural gas station that said: "Espresso and Hot Dogs."
Started out cynical, but admitted that it really is an awesome area. But that still doesn't give people from there the right to be smug.
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