I saw God here. I said, “I love you, God!!” He said, “I don’t care about you.” “Boy, that’s a relief,” I thought.

Got a glimpse of those snow-capped peaks in the background.

We didn’t see any Roosevelt Elk. Just deer.

We leave the foggy cold beaches behind and take in the scenery around Lake Quinault.

A girl with pink hair outside our back door was excited to feed the “duck-a-lings.”

I like the sunlight on the hill across the lake.

Really big trees.

America the Beautiful.

Lighthouse at the end of Dungeness Spit, with Mt. Rainier in the background.

The town is called Sequim, which is pronounced “squim.” I just love saying that.