Once you get behind in blogging, it’s tough to catch up. Lost are those little things of the
moment. Uncrecorded, remembered in
fragments later on (at least for me).
A few weeks ago we went up to Langley.
Some 24 miles north of Shilshole.
We took a good walk, then we had dinner and were
joined by my old friend Jill, her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend. Jill’s dad helped my dad build the cabin a
half century ago.
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Langley is a little funky |
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Cool beach fire pit |
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Peek a boo |
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Prepare to repel boarders. Or serve them wine. |
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One of the many reasons to live in Seattle |
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