It’s the fifth Friday of the month, and the perfect time to take a break. Today, instead of writing a post, I figured I’d let these photographs do the talking. Enjoy!
Karin and I found this house at the beach in Oregon. We hope they don’t walk in their sleep.
Seen in a store window in Johnson Corner, Colorado:
This Erie, Colorado dairy is clearly in trouble:
It seems every campground has one group of campers who are a bit odd, somewhat annoying, clearly incompetent. I just never thought that would be us.
The camping trip was rather spontaneous. Karin wanted to see Olympic National Park, and I was game, but since we were staying near Tacoma, it was a lot of driving for one day. We wavered back and forth, trying to decide what to do. Then Karin’s in-laws offered to loan us their pick-up truck with camper shell. It was the perfect solution. Throw a foam pad and a couple of sleeping bags in the back, and we could stay overnight, giving us plenty of time to see the rain forest. We didn’t want the hassle of a real camping trip, just a place to sleep for one night.
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