My husband and I never tire of exploring the Northwest. Maybe it's because we both grew up in the Ohio flatlands, but we still marvel at how close we live to mountains, forests, rivers and islands most people have to go on vacation to enjoy.
Never have we returned from an overseas trip thinking we'd like to live somewhere else. Spring, fall and winter are for traveling. Summers are for staying put.
And so it was literally Christmas in July when we met with longtime friends on a sunny Saturday last summer and cashed in their holiday gift to us: a sheaf of papers, wrapped in a red ribbon, proposing a day to be spent together eating, hiking and exploring close to home. Read more here in my column for The Seattle Times.