There are many things I miss about the Pacific Northwest.
Things such as having four distinct seasons.
Along with plentiful fruits and vegetables, often growing wild, free for the picking, like blackberries and mountain blueberries. Freshly picked corn bought from a roadside vendor selling the corn 10 ears for a buck, on the honor system.
Streets with sidewalks with a grassy median separation from the road.
Politicians who are not national embarrassments.
Public works projects the public actually approves of, via voting, which then actually come to fruition. What a concept.
Way fewer balloon people. Way more people who look like they have had the air let out of them.
And, the scenery.
Mountains in every direction. Saltwater beaches. Real islands.
The Washington scenery came to mind via today's Microsoft OneDrive Memories from this Day.
One of the photos was of me laying on my back, taking a nap, on a slab of granite, overlooking Hidden Lake, in North Cascades National Park.
I have no idea what the total number of hiking trails is in Washington. Thousands?
Hiking trails in the lowlands, in the foothills, in the Cascades and Olympics. Thousands of miles of hiking trails.
Just within a few miles of where I lived in Washington, in Mount Vernon, in the Skagit Valley. Hiking and mountain bike trails on Little Mountain in Mount Vernon. The hike to the top of Big Rock in east Mount Vernon. More trails a few miles further to the east. Heading to the west multi trails in Washington Park and Deception Pass State Park, and others.
All within about a 30-mile radius of my abode.
Why did I move from this paradise on earth I do wonder every once in a while...
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