Let's see, then our camera was off for a while... and two weeks or more passed.

Lots of things happened.

We went to Arches National Park. . . saw some Arches. Saw some tourists. Way more tourists than Arches. It is kind of like a zoo for rocks there. They're pretty rocks. . . buuuut, we decided time with people was better than time at attractions so we cut our Utah national parks itinerary short and drove to Ogden. We have fun in Ogden. We visited Chaplain and Boris the first night and caught up with them. The Chaplain gave us our wedding gift that we forgot to get from him last time we were in town, which was a really fine meditation bowl-slash-lamp made by his brother who is an excellent potter. We shipped it back home for safekeeping. Chaplain and his pals threw us a barbecue and made us eat all this really really delicious fish. We spent the next night with Happy which was less safe and more crazy.

The cemetary in Ogden is way creepier than the cemetaries in Boston and Somerville. Happy showed us the back road they used to bring in plague dead so townsfolk wouldn't know how many corpses there were. It's big enough that once you go in you can't see out. Apparently there's been a lot of ground shift because of water there, so in the older sections the bodies aren't underneath the stones. We heard some good horror stories about the place. scaryscary.

Next morning, we headed for Olympic National Park in Washington State, with ambitions to walk a 22 mile loop around the North Fork of the Quinault River.

We drove through a scenic part of Oregon to reach the Park.



We stopped in Washington at a Lavender farm, which Allison sniffed.



She liked it.