Fiona and I are in western Washington state, parked outside the home of my friend Julie Gould-Watchie. She’s my first ever BFF; we go all the way back to 2nd grade when our families lived in Issaquah, WA, and I waited for the school bus in the shadow of Mount Rainier.
We’ve been adventuring together again these past two weeks: “Julius Caesar” and “Off the Rails” at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, plus, creekside accommodations at Glenyan Campground just outside Ashland, and some amazing food, including a trip to the local farmer’s market which led us to the to-die-for waffles with seasonal berries at NW Raw.
Then on to some bird-bonding at the Cascades Raptor Center outside Eugene. And a hilarious day in saucy wench wear at a local Renaissance Faire (if I look totally wasted in the pic, it’s not too much mead but rather a bad case of hidden gluten. Next time I’ll spring for the $12 turkey leg….).
Oh, and of course, the eclipse! We weren’t in the Path of Totality but the Path of Partiality was still pretty amazing. We made our own viewers so it was a lovely artsy-sciency-woo-woo kind of experience. Talk about real Renaissance women!
Now I’m hunkered down here for two weeks on a DIY writing retreat. I have a few creative projects in the works that need my undivided attention and a really big road to plan. More on that soon, I promise.
But for now, my muse is calling and I must go….