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Monday, Apr. 25, 2011 @ 9:20 pm
Fort Ebey

The neighbourhood on the morning we left.

We reached the campsite at night. In the morning, I went out onto the bluff, and when I saw this view I started crying. Do you know what it's like to see so much green, so much unfrozen water, after a winter in the north?

Camping breakfast supplies. I find grocery shopping in the states fascinating. We set ourselves a challenge to find products that did not include any evil corn industry byproducts - very difficult!

We went for a walk down the bluff trail and explored some old military installations. I wouldn't mind keeping watch from this bunker all day...

And along the trail these friendly fronds reminded me that I was in my natural habitat.

Camping lunch/supper - whatever meal you have at 4pm.

I couldn't help myself.

The inherited tent trailer, in all of its 1989 glory.

Someone has a taste for IPA.

Red-flowering currant.

Common vetch.

The forest. The forest. I went alone into the forest and walked quietly and knelt on moss and took photos of mushrooms and stared up at the towering rhododendrons.

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