Ode to the Olympia

Growing up my friends & I always knew some dumb gang sign for "the Westside" (pronounced "Wessiiiiide." I know, really cool. There was pride in being from the West Coast, however, & I've found that pride has yet to fade. Returning to Western Washington never disappoints: the air is crisp & the sights lucsious. It's a jungle out here, baby!

After our time in Anacortes (of which we WISH we had photos!!) we had the chance to catch up with my high school friends in Seattle & a close friend from college, Jaime. After wonderful (though short) time with Drew's Uncle Jack, Aunt Sherrill & Cousins Brian & Courtney we headed to O-town. Big Tom's peanut butter chocolate shakes, walks in Boston Harbor, browsing the boutiques & lounging around on the Hamblet deck, surveying the woods, cows & garden... Mmm. Doesn't get much better.


Our first night my dad got the bonfire going in the back pasture. This was no mallow-roasting for weenies! Dennis means business when he builds a fire. Mollie enjoyed trying to help.
See the cool white butterfly bandage on my forehead? yea. Jammed my head into Jaime's car door. Ouch.

Mollie thought she was a cow.

Drew & my Dad thought they were coffee roasters (coffee tasting @ Batdorf & Bronsons they let us in the roasting room...!).


Drew & I thought we were dog groomers (thanks to Julie for teaching us how to groom Mollie!).


And we all lived happily ever after (who doesn't love a dancing goat?).

Thank you, Mom & Dad, for an incredible few days on the Wesssiiiide.