So... clearly I wrote a few blog posts... and then never wrote any more. I keep thinking still that I want a blog to record the things that I am doing and experiencing. A way to remember things I want to look back on. A way to revisit this part of my life (I guess that's really the origins of blogging anyway - anyone else remember livejournal?).
I've been traveling a lot for work, and I'd love for my photos to go somewhere than the CameraRoll of my iPhone 4S. Seriously. The digital age is so sad sometimes. We take so many more photos, but sometimes they become kind of meaningless.
This week I'm in Cle Elum, Washington. I'm a Texan, born and raised, and while I may live in DC now, getting out to the mountains of the west coast still remains a relatively foreign experience for me. We're staying at a resort - my room literally overlooks the mountains; now capped, tree lined, with a river running through the valley just below my room. I would feel spoiled if it weren't for working 18 hours a day.
But I digress. Here is the part I want to remember. The Cle Elum River at sunset. I took quick solo hike down to the river just before sunset.
Up North here, the light slowly fades and sunset
seems to lasts for hours. I was the only one on the trail, and it was quiet and peaceful. The river is cold, clear, and strong. Its obviously carved the valley that my hotel rests atop, but at the same time is seems timeless, as if its run the same course for eons and always would.
It seems a shame to come to such a beautiful place, full of activities that Mr. Lincoln and I like to do together, and to not be able to share it with him. Its always hard to find the time and money to get away, and while this summer may not be the time to revisit
the other Washington, I think this is a great reminder to do what you can, when you can. Present over perfect.
