I flew home today, and as you know, I'm always surprised when I don't perish in a fiery death spiral toward earth. I really dislike, to the umpteenth degree, getting on an airplane. But I made it home and I am so glad to be back in the desert. For all of its beauty, Washington was a little...soggy. I missed the dust and the scorching heat of my little ponderosa. Here is proof of my visit to the famous Pike Place Market, the VERY FIRST Starbucks, and all the touristisy things my brother was kind enough to endure for me. Goodbye Pacifice Northwest!!!
