The story of today will not, cannot, be written in one night, and especially not tonight. One could only live it right the first time and leave the writing of it for a later date. So this post is a promissory note of telling the story of today at some point in the future.- and of course that is what every story wants: retelling.
There were mountains and coffees and intersecting eco-systems. The squealing of kids and the shaking from snow. Long windy roads and roadside tree stops. A brewery called Wander with a food truck that had a wood pizza oven.
Went on a long hike with Ari where we discussed things that need too be discussed between friends after six years apart. We witness an epic sunset. Came home had a beer, some chocolate cake and now sleep.
Lots of sun today. Old friends. Small talk and bigger talk. Some coffees. A few beers. Lunch and Dinner. A cocktail. Yam tacos. Glittering sun. A rabbit sighting. Cranky kids. Smiling kids. Tree climbing. Arguing. Board games at restaurants. Book store and blackberries.
Disconnected from the twitter, the news, politics or any stories of death and destruction and the weight of injustices real or perceived.
I saw a few books I wanted, but they are hardbacks, expensive and heavy. Don’t tell me about the kindle. I will buy the expensive heavy books before this trip is done because I am a stubborn aging man.
Tomorrow, we are headed for some sledding on Mt.Baker and maybe another surprise guest coming down from Vancouver. This vacation is never ending and the days keep spilling into each other.