i always think i will come back to something that i missed writing about, but i never actually do. like i thought i would go back and write about our fourth of july, which we spent hiking the waterfalls that pour into the columbia river from the oregon side. but i never did. and now it’s like august already. and i thought i would write more about being on the oregon coast, because i spent my writing time there on shakespeare. but of course i haven’t. and then i missed writing about our weekend visiting dear friends before heading back to canada, and now, sadly, oregon seems oh sooo far away. and i have had a minor adventure or two this week-mostly in various berry fields, being back on my own with the four chinos. but somehow it is hard to be motivated to come back to those things which seem to have happened so long ago, especially when there are new moments holding my attention. even if they are not as interesting. right now i am totally preoccupied with the fact that it is rainy and cold. we are back in our long johns and icebreakers, huddling up in the pop up or traipsing off to find warm bookstores and coffee shops. which is not terribly fascinating, but nevertheless, it is where we are. it feels a lot like we are back at the beginning of our pacific northwest adventures. beautiful green campgrounds. cold and damp to the bones.

but before you begin to feel sorry for me, let me tell you that in two days we will be checking into a condo in whistler, b.c. a gift from my mother-in-law, who, thank the Lord, is spoiling me rotten. perhaps, after a week in a real bed, i will be ready for the final countdown. we will camp one more week near vancouver b.c. before we begin the long drive home.

maybe we will have wi-fi for our week in whistler and i will tell you all about those berries.