Whidbey Island

We piled into the old family car. A car my parents bought when I was still at home, before I could drive. A car they aren’t likely to own much longer, it’s on it’s way out. But unlike the dwindling life of that car, our family vacations have had a resurgence, a tradition I’m thankful we still have, even though my sister and I are now adults. We’ve taken this trip several times before in this car; it’s a well-worn path from the inland northwest to Whidbey Island, just outside Seattle.  Continue reading →