My email this 4th Thursday morning of the 2025 version of July delivered me a Microsoft OneDrive Memories from this Day which made me a tad homesick.
I am not sure if any of these memories happened on this particular date, but I do know these memories happened in July or August, many years ago.
In the first photo we are heading north on Interstate 5, at the south outskirts of Mount Vernon, in Washington's Skagit Valley.
The big white thing you see between a couple foothills is the Mount Baker volcano.
I used to be able to see the Mount Baker volcano when I looked out my Mount Vernon kitchen windows. I do not see any such thing when I look out my current Texas kitchen windows.
I do not remember which of my times, this century, up north in Washington, that I took this photo.
The next two photos take us closer to Mount Baker, and my Favorite Nephew Joey.
This time with Joey may be the last time I hiked up Mount Baker. This would have been some point in time in the 1990s. And the month likely would have been August.
I do not remember how far up Mount Baker Joey and I hiked that day. I do remember we hiked far enough to see the steam coming from the volcano's vent and smell the sulphur from the steam.
I think Joey was 13 or 14 when we hiked up Mount Baker. I have not seen Joey in person since October of 2015, when Joey was in Dallas on a work project and met up with me in Grapevine. Grapevine is a town in the Dallas Fort Worth Metroplex, at the north end of Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.
Prior to seeing Joey in 2015, the most recent time I'd seen Joey was when he and his brother and their girlfriends had a short layover at DFW, on their way back to Washington, after having gone on a Caribbean cruise.
I think this was in summer of 2005.
I talked the kids into leaving the airport, drove them to Lake Grapevine. At some point between the airport and Lake Grapevine I was told that Jason had proposed to Jenny.
I recollect flying up for the wedding, in, I think, April of 2006. And two years after that I flew up to Washington, for some other reason, and met Jason and Jenny's Spencer Jack for the first time, at Bay View State Park.
Seeing these photos and remembering these memories has me freshly annoyed at how quickly time flies by. And how much I miss by not still living in Washington....
I think Joey was 13 or 14 when we hiked up Mount Baker. I have not seen Joey in person since October of 2015, when Joey was in Dallas on a work project and met up with me in Grapevine. Grapevine is a town in the Dallas Fort Worth Metroplex, at the north end of Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.
Prior to seeing Joey in 2015, the most recent time I'd seen Joey was when he and his brother and their girlfriends had a short layover at DFW, on their way back to Washington, after having gone on a Caribbean cruise.
I think this was in summer of 2005.
I talked the kids into leaving the airport, drove them to Lake Grapevine. At some point between the airport and Lake Grapevine I was told that Jason had proposed to Jenny.
I recollect flying up for the wedding, in, I think, April of 2006. And two years after that I flew up to Washington, for some other reason, and met Jason and Jenny's Spencer Jack for the first time, at Bay View State Park.
Seeing these photos and remembering these memories has me freshly annoyed at how quickly time flies by. And how much I miss by not still living in Washington....
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