Yesterday’s post spoke of missing Cheryl as the highlight of the recent Oregon trip.
Why?
Because 26 years ago, we spent 17 days in the Pacific Northwest, cycling through Puget Sound, the San Juan Islands, Canada and the North Cascade Mountains of Washington state.
There is something magical about being in wide, open spaces with the one you love.
And something about going back alone, to remind you of the early years.
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