The events of the past couple of months seemed to put the brakes on this caravan gal as life took a detour down bumpy roads. When my daughter set out on new adventures of her own, and my boys and I approached the end of the Home Schooling path, I took time on the wayside to remember, rejoice, and cry just a little.
I also mark the passing of my sweet Grandma Elana. The trip home to lay her next to grandpa was also a milestone of memory and tears.
So to get myself back up and running I will start with a bit of whimsy.
Favorite HauntsA “haunt” is a place I like because it has a lingering spirit of Americana. It speaks of the past in a way that evokes a memory of childhood or a feeling of wonder. It could be a diner, an old house or even an abandoned signpost. But what ever it is it says “pull over, pause, take my picture, before I disappear from the landscape forever.”
Automotive Haunt...


Mobile Gas Station on Pacific Highway South, Lynnwood WA.
No petrol sold here, just memories of the dinging bell and a free window wash.