The evergreen state lived up to its name with farmlands,
trees, politics, and the sometimes aegon color of the Pacific Ocean. 
As residents of Bellingham, Mount Baker a dormant volcano became our playscape and I found my field of Joy on Whidbey Island, our place of work and respite.
The state parks and national parks are welcoming and affordable for camping even if families swarmed them like ants in the summer; we enjoyed many of them spring and fall.
We built friendships and a local life which was hard to leave but we took what we love with us and left the disappointments behind.
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