I kept refreshing Google maps on my phone. We would be cutting it very close. We were driving from Sea-Tac Airport to the Vancouver Convention Center, a 160-mile drive, in Friday afternoon rush hour. I know, not the best idea. But, Bryce's flight from a work trip had him landing at Sea-Tac just before 3… Continue reading In the nick of time
[Written last night at 9:45 pm] I'm running a half-marathon in another country — yes, Canada — in three days. I love running in Vancouver, BC. It's the main reason I signed up for this race. Oh, and redemption. But, I have a running blog to write about that. It's safe to say that a… Continue reading Random thoughts on running and recent travels
"Maybe we'll find some sand dollars," I said to Bryce as we left out campsite and walked to the beach. It was around 7:30 in the morning and while it wasn't exactly low tide, the tide was still fairly low. We were camping at Cape Lookout State Park on the Oregon Coast. I had spent… Continue reading To the Oregon Coast!
"Are you lactose intolerant, Kristin?" As I have gotten older, I am asked this question more frequently. (Most recently, even from my own brother!) There's no way I am lactose intolerant. I eat yogurt with granola for breakfast almost every day. I drink a glass of milk with dinner when I'm at my parents' house.… Continue reading Will travel for cheese
There has been an influx of rabbits in the city of Seattle. Even our local paper wrote up about this bunny boom. I see the occasional one or two in my neighborhood, but not super often. My parents, who live in Seattle as well, always have visiting rabbits. In fact, my dad had to put… Continue reading Where the bunnies are
The last time Bryce did this hike, he was rewarded at the top with no view of Mt. Baker at all. He hiked Park Butte in the North Cascades more than 10 years ago. I've never done this hike. We decided to do this hike "on our way back" from spending the Fourth of July… Continue reading The disappearing mountain
Good morning. Logging in those long run miles. Road trips. Heat waves. Camping. More running. Forgetting sunglasses when I need them. Laughing. Dancing. Time spent with visiting friends. Waiting. Trying to stay hydrated. Watching lots of soccer. Bunnies. Here, there, everywhere. Shooting stars. Or, wait, was that a satellite? Celebrations. Barbecues. No, thanks, I don't… Continue reading Weekends are for summer