J and I spent our last week as Washington residents playing tourist and snapping photos of our favorite local vistas. Washington may call itself the “Evergreen State”; but the “evergreen” slogan doesn’t only pertain to Washington’s endless variety of coniferous trees. The unofficial state plant has to be moss – it grows on everything!
I heart Anacortes: I can see Canada from my house! Okay, not really.
As far as evergreens go, however, my personal favorite is the Madrona. This lovely tree resides in Washington Park, not far from our house. I miss it already!
Just another Fidalgo Island sunset. Ho hum.
J and I first met in Coupeville, said to be the oldest town in Washington (and the location of the movie Practical Magic, too). Life as J once knew it was forever changed that day. Oh yeah, he also went vegan!
Even when you drive across Deception Pass as often as we did, you cannot take it for granted: it requires a few extra moments to simply gaze and wonder. It was a frequent fly over for J, too.
Farewell, Whidbey Island.
We made one last trip to “the” tourist destination on the west side of the state: Pike Place Market! The construction project at the market got in the way of our photo-taking, so we borrowed a picture from the Market’s home page instead:
The very first Starbucks is across the street from the market and people were literally lined up out the door. After living in Washington for 14 years, J finally succumbed and ordered his first Starbucks. Ever.
Lastly, we stopped at Pizza Pi in Seattle’s University District for a couple of awesome vegan pies (and plenty of leftovers for road food, too).
Two (plus) days in the car makes for a couple of very cranky girls!
At last, our first glimpse of Lake Tahoe:
We’re here, we’re here!!
And waiting for us at the end of our 900 mile journey is an all too familiar sight for us lately:
So, we are once again living in a “tunnel” house; the movers left us just enough room between the furniture and the boxes for a pathway from the front door to the back door. I’m afraid to even look in the garage underneath the house!
Moving is hell on everyone.