Washington winters last a lifetime. You’d think by now I’d be acclimated, but every year, when the days get shorter and the fog rolls in and masks the last golden rays of summer, my heart sinks and I dread the cold stranger that waits around the corner.
The suffocating grey skies circle like vultures and the cold courses through my veins like an icy, red river. It isn’t the grey and cold that bother me as much as the confinement. I spend my summers outdoors- far from the city and far from reality. I fill those coveted days with hiking and camping, picnicking and laughing with my friends…and dreaming. Dreams seem so much brighter in the summer.
From late June to September, the skies are seldom grey and rain is scarce. I live all year for the 45 days of summer here…. For the freedom and warmth those months offer. When the winter settles in, we are trapped indoors with unpredictable weather and limited light… and worse of all-each other.
Don’t get me wrong I love my family...in small doses, but we’ve been here four years and I still share a room with my little sister. I’m seventeen! It’s seriously lame. My mom homeschools us, so we are like ALWAYS together. There is no escape in the winter.
This is my last year in the dungeon…I mean at home… and then I am headed back to Texas. It wasn’t my idea to move here and I’m not staying any longer than I have to.
It’s already September 18th, and every day it gets a little cooler. I’m not ready to be stuck indoors. Not when there is so much out there to see. My mom hates that I hike alone, but it’s my outlet. My temporary escape. Last week I went a little further than I’d planned and came across an old cabin in the woods near Snoqualmie Falls. Its dilapidated, worn doors have been boarded shut, and its hazy windows blindfolded- just in case the old cabin tried to sneak a peek at a passerby like me, I suppose. I laughed when I saw the boarded door. It wouldn’t keep anyone out the way it was boarded up; it just made the old cabin look like a worn, old man with a hand over his mouth.
The sign above is intriguing. “Vaughn’s Vacation Venue. Stay a night and become an instant world traveler.”
I should have gone in when I had the chance, but it was getting dark and I was already late. I wonder what secret that old cabin is keeping.
Check back tomorrow for more of the story!
The suffocating grey skies circle like vultures and the cold courses through my veins like an icy, red river. It isn’t the grey and cold that bother me as much as the confinement. I spend my summers outdoors- far from the city and far from reality. I fill those coveted days with hiking and camping, picnicking and laughing with my friends…and dreaming. Dreams seem so much brighter in the summer.
From late June to September, the skies are seldom grey and rain is scarce. I live all year for the 45 days of summer here…. For the freedom and warmth those months offer. When the winter settles in, we are trapped indoors with unpredictable weather and limited light… and worse of all-each other.
Don’t get me wrong I love my family...in small doses, but we’ve been here four years and I still share a room with my little sister. I’m seventeen! It’s seriously lame. My mom homeschools us, so we are like ALWAYS together. There is no escape in the winter.
This is my last year in the dungeon…I mean at home… and then I am headed back to Texas. It wasn’t my idea to move here and I’m not staying any longer than I have to.
It’s already September 18th, and every day it gets a little cooler. I’m not ready to be stuck indoors. Not when there is so much out there to see. My mom hates that I hike alone, but it’s my outlet. My temporary escape. Last week I went a little further than I’d planned and came across an old cabin in the woods near Snoqualmie Falls. Its dilapidated, worn doors have been boarded shut, and its hazy windows blindfolded- just in case the old cabin tried to sneak a peek at a passerby like me, I suppose. I laughed when I saw the boarded door. It wouldn’t keep anyone out the way it was boarded up; it just made the old cabin look like a worn, old man with a hand over his mouth.
The sign above is intriguing. “Vaughn’s Vacation Venue. Stay a night and become an instant world traveler.”
I should have gone in when I had the chance, but it was getting dark and I was already late. I wonder what secret that old cabin is keeping.
Check back tomorrow for more of the story!
