Lately, I've been trying to add a little more spontaneity into my life. Some may say I took that goal a little too seriously when I made a last minute decision to go back to America's Northwest to see my friend, whom I met on a trip to the very same place less than a year before, get married.
Ten days out from my departure, I said to myself, heck, if there's any reason to go to the other side of the world, a wedding is a pretty darn good reason.
So it lands us now to here: Lake Cushman – where my week-long adventure begins.
After 26 hours in transit, I'm greeted by Ben at the Seattle airport, (another friend amongst many others made on my last trip to the Northwest) in his rad VW, which took us on another 2 hours of travel out to meet more friends at their family cabin in the woods.
No phone service or wifi meant an intentional evening spent together around the fireplace, free of distraction, catching up on life and sharing stories over a home-cooked meal.
I woke up the next morning in the cosiest of beds, feeling well slept and ready for adventure.
We took a little drive out, then went on a walk through the woods, each of us toting a camera, or two. Photos ensued.
That awkward moment when you show up in the same outfit...
Many photos and many more steps later, and it was back into the adventure Vanagon!
After a quick lunch at the cabin, we packed up and began our journey back to Seattle. No longer than five minutes on the road, and something amazing happened. Something really really amazing.
I fed a WILD DEER OUT OF MY HAND.
As an Australian, getting to see a wild deer, let alone a family of them, is what seeing a pack of kangaroos is to an American. It’s a big deal.
Needless to say, I giggled and squealed (quietly) a lot.
Once we ran out of apples, and the deer had enough of our company, we hit the road again and made a few more photo stops along the way. The PNW is pretty good like that.
And who could visit the PNW without getting a token shot on here? Vance Creek Bridge, as seen on Instagram.
Thanks for the photo, Ben. And for not laughing at me when I fell on my butt.
And so concludes the first instalment of my spontaneous adventure. Stay tuned for more!
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