The last dregs of unemployment hooky were played out this week up on San Juan Island. I’ve been telling Ben for 10 years I want to take him up there, so finally I can be quiet.
I think we have had more nature in our lives than is legally allowed in the past month. It could possibly be my favorite place on earth and I am glad my memory served me well.
As a bonus factor there was a fantastic knitting store on the island! Island Wools (135 B Spring St/360-370-5648 if you are ever headed that way).