Finally. After surviving a whole week getting place by foot and by bike, we finally have our van back. (We were having the hood and bumper replaced, thanks to that suicidal deer we bumped into in Monta.) But we got around by bike pretty nicely, and I’m totally fearless when it comes to asking complete strangers for directions now. (Blonde geography. Don’t ask.)

Speaking of complete strangers, I’m going to camp in Wenatchee this coming week. I’ve checked the weather; it’s gonna be in the 90s and cloudless the whole time. I am so gonna die. I made it through all of Colorado without a sunburn, and then got fried biking around this week in Bellingham. I’m peeling already. (Bring it on.)

So yeah. . . I’ll be gone all this week and then I come home for one crash-and-burn day, and then our relatives come up. We’ll all be camping on Whidbey again, and we managed to get the same massive site as our church did. My poor back. At the camp I’m going to this we sleep in tents, so between that and both times spent camping on the island, I’ll have spent as many nights this month in my own, soft bed as on the cold, hard ground.

But I'm really excited about meeting new strangers! That's always such a rush. See the rest of you boing people later. .

Peach Out.

(don't even ask)