April happens to be the time of year when tulips bloom, and thus is the time of year in which the Skagit County Tulip Festival happens.

As the tourism board puts it, “The Mission of the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival is to coordinate and promote a countywide Spring celebration of the tulip bloom, in commemoration of the valley’s annual tulip harvest, and to be an advocate for Skagit Valley agriculture.”

Essentially, it’s a ploy to lure droves of people into small towns to visit local tulip growers and hopefully stimulate the local economy. Judging from the day’s traffic, and the subsequent number of online dating profiles featuring people posing in front of beautifully arranged tulip beds, it is a pretty successful venture.

The three main tulip farms are RoozenGaarde, Tulip Town, and Garden Rosalyn.

We opted to visit RoozenGaarde, and to make it a longer trip by stopping at Deception Pass State Park, and enjoying a couple of beers and a boat ride on our way home.

This is another post about my visit to Maui in May/June of 2021. I have no idea when I actually wrote the words below, but I only just got around to pairing them with the images…

I have trouble understanding why the Coronavirus restrictions for Haleakala National Park should ever have included shorter hours of operation. If all park visitors can only come between 9-5, as opposed to any earlier, that means that there will be many more visitors all there at the same time.

This means that at one point on the ascent to Waimoku falls, your intrepid scribe, (a.k.a. someone who is well honed in the art of darting around slow people like an asshole) darted past family groups with children and couples filming themselves alike, and was astonished thereafter to find an actual, solid gap of solitude.

This also means that when our bull-headed hero with a wide-angle lens got to the end of the trail, he was effectively pinned between folks slowly lumbering over the downed trees, and folks frittering to and fro past the sign warning of life-threatening danger and a $100 fine that marks the end of the trail.

There are worse views to be stuck with.

Between 2016 and 2019, I traveled to the west coast for work at least once a year, and on all but my first trip (for orientation, which I didn’t arrange,) I did my best to sneak in a bit of work-adjacent travel time. Seattle could be a nice launch point for car-less journeys, with its rail connections to Vancouver and Portland and nearby ferry connections to a variety of islands.

But in July of 2019, I actually rented a car. This was rare for me, and was quite easily the longest stretch of solo driving I had done after literal years of barely any car operation.

I had a Kia Rio, and I had a destination: Olympic National Park.

Well, at least that’s the plan I eventually decided on…

Okay, readers. You know the drill by now. (Maybe?)

One photo a week with a challenge. The more effort put in, the more I learn and get out of doing this whole thing.

Well, guess what? I was traveling somewhere every single week in June. And I kept forgetting to go through my camera and actually pick the photos I thought I’d use when I had internet.

So eventually, I gave up, said screw it, and shot every single one of these with a cellphone.

Are they any good at all?

I planned to get up early, catch the sunrise, and snap some pictures. (Oh, lord, what have I become!? Someone who does that!?)

I set an alarm for 6:30 AM. After lying in my sleeping bag, feeling the vibration of my phone and low volume beeping, I decided to stick with my plan and actually get out of bed.

One of the easiest ways that I’ve found to get myself out of a tent when I’d rather snooze is to open the deflate valve on the air mattress beneath me. When air rushes out, and soft comfort is replaced by cold, hard ground, it’s easier to actually emerge into the light.

So, I did that. But an unpleasant surprise awaited me.

I walked to my car, electronic key in hand, and it did not open…

Given the amount of mileage I had hiked over the past two days, I was pretty beat.

My original plan was to spend the night just across the border into Oregon, but my original Airbnb booking cancelled on me. (No surprise given my track record with Airbnb.)

This meant that I was instead heading to a campground further north, and this decision also motivated my lack of a breather before starting out on one last Redwood Hike.

(Okay, okay, I did stop for a burger and peanut butter milkshake first, but that hardly restored my sapped stamina from the past two days.)

My location: Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park, just east of Crescent City. And gosh, was it worth a visit!

It was home to some of the most idyllic sections of forest, where golden rays of light just hung in the air, between the big trees.

Despite taking in a lot of beauty, and taking my all-time favorite forest photos (so far) I also managed to miss the area’s two star attractions: the boy scout tree itself, and the waterfall at the end of the trail.

The trail (not unlike myself) was worn, and I turned back early and skipped an all important unmarked side trail. (Alas!)

So, let’s see what I did see…

After a disappointing and dull overnight hike, I had no choice but to treat myself to a ridiculously scenic, gorgeous, entertaining, and lovely hike.

Well, after I stopped in Eureka for a fine cup of drip coffee, I mean…

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