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Cannon Beach, Oregon

One of the things I’m learning to love about living in the Pacific North West: road-trip-ability.

By crossing into the USA (patriotism win!) and sailing down the I-5 past Seattle (in between traffic jams) and detouring onto the famed US-101 (canopied in green), we found ourselves in Cannon Beach, Oregon.

At first, I wasn’t overly impressed. Another beach. Another gray day. Another rock.

But after wandering the beach, embracing the gray, and marveling at the rock (and its extensive sealife exhibition!), eating Tillamook ice cream (Oregon Black Cherry!), and camping in the woods (my very first camping trip EVER), I am yet another Cannon Beach Convert.

P.S. While in Cannon Beach, I did a couple little photo shoots and Johnboy was an amazing assistant.

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I went to Ontario

Guys! Canadaland is SO MUCH BIGGER than this little tiny thumbprint section I claim as my own. Yeah, yeah, yeah. No duh. But for all my criss-cross-apple-sauce of the continent, I’ve only ever been in one Canadian airport: Vancouver. I’ve driven into Alberta, yes, and poked my head into Ontario 15 years ago, but all…

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Silver Lake Provincial Park

I went camping. Nay, I went camping for the first time. I mean, I slept in a tent in Uganda (but that was out of desperation: the house we were supposed to sleep in was locked from the inside by a very deep sleeper on the night we arrived) and I slept in a tent at Cannon Beach (but during…

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Duyen Learns English

Her front wheel wobbled the teeniest bit as she made the sharp turn off the dusty asphalt and onto the dirt path. The drop off was always the same – and it always caught her off guard. Her long white ao dai danced behind her as she hopped off the bike and scampered into her…

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Pink and Orange

The girl who loves pink married the boy who loves orange. Yes, pink and orange. Trendy, funky, and sentimental. Definitely not expected. Oh – and no lace hearts or pastel butter mints. Not that lace hearts are bad, I just wanted to do something different for my friend, something unique, and something with a personal…

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My Birds Eye View

I was groggy from my “little” afternoon nap intended t o combat jetlag without succombing to it. The 45 minutes had turned into four hours. And, really, sleep is important, so why not take an extra long nap? Groggy was gone, though, as I watched four white gloved, reflective-yellow vested begin an unknown pattern around…

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The Mountains

So far, my favorite part of living in the Pacific Northwest is the 300 degree view of snow-capped mountains (the other sixty degrees is filled with beach and ocean…not half bad, yes?). I drive up the road and see mountains. I come out of the grocery store and see mountains. I hang out at the…