If you put your ear to your computer and listen carefully you might be able to hear my washer and dryer congratulating each other on a job well done. They just finished the last of fourteen gargantuan loads of vacation laundry. Yes. Fourteen.
Before summer slipped away from us, we decided to take a little road trip. The seven of us piled into the Suburban with our luggage and a lot of cough syrup (I wasn't the only one to have the 'ick'), and away we went.
Our first stop was Seattle.
Our last stop was Seattle, too.
In between, we visited one of the most fabbity-fab-fab beautiful places in the whole wide world...Orcas Island.
On the island, we enjoyed amazing vistas.
We played in enchanted forests.
We poked around in the tide pools.
And the creme de la creme... we hopped a boat to watch the Orca whales that summer in the San Juan Islands. Shooting a picture of a whale is a bit like catching a shooting star. You just don't know where they're going to show up or what direction they might be traveling. This picture is so inadequate. It doesn't begin to illustrate the magnificence of these creatures. I have gone whale watching two other times. I never cease to be amazed by these giant guys. They rank pretty high on my wow-o-meter.
It's hard to say goodbye to a magical place like Orcas.
We are home now. School has started. The mornings are cool. The afternoons are warm. I've said goodbye to August (gulp). It's beginning to feel a little like fall. Life is good.