I just got back from a visit to my hometown. The parents are well, the beaches are still fantastic, the place looks amazingly unchanged in the 20 years since I moved away. What a contrast to the Western Washington town I live in now. In 12 years Bellingham has turned from a stinky mill town with a college and some hippies to a greenway-infested condo-sporting yuppie paradise with 10,000 new neighbors. Thankfully the progressive scene is alive and well.
Anyway, while we were away I took a few snapshots with my ailing camera.
There was quite a bit of hula hooping going on.
If you’ve gone down to the Redwoods you’ve seen the Trees of Mystery. Looks like someone needs to take Paul’s axe away.
The trees are bigger than average.