Five years later

Five equals six. My American and I celebrated five years together last weekend, and it marked my sixth trip to Hill’s Resort in Priest Lake, Idaho. Every New Year’s Eve, the Friends of Spokane Valley would head up to the cabin village about two hours north of year. Some friends have grown up, moved on… Continue reading Five years later

Photo gallery: Camping at Chatcolet

We just spent our third weekend camping! That’s three times already this year, doubling the amount of times we’ve been camping with My American since we started dating in 2010. We’ve done two trips to Bumblebee near Kingston, Idaho, and our most recent  was to our regular Memorial Day haunt, Chatcolet at the southern trip… Continue reading Photo gallery: Camping at Chatcolet

A most perfect escape

It had been coming for months. Some of you might say years, at least a couple. Our American and I decided in May it was time to move forward with our relationship. And last Tuesday — a sweltering hot Tuesday in Spokane, Wash. — we put our heads together and filled out all the forms… Continue reading A most perfect escape

Be prepared

I must have been a shitty Brownie and Girl Guide. Or maybe I’m too hard on myself. After all, that was 30 years ago. How the heck am I supposed to remember what poison ivy looks like? Hmmm … because you’ve considered yourself a pretty darn good hiker in the mountains for the last few… Continue reading Be prepared