By the time I finished writing yesterday it was mid-afternoon and the rain was settling in. What else to do but take the walk anyway. It was my last full day in this marvelous place. 

So I ventured out into the drizzle, plugging into a chipper playlist and heading up the hill, the way I’ve started most every walk since I’ve been here.

It was the perfect northwest experience: trees were dripping, waves were pounding, gulls were soaring — and some brave soul was wind surfing.

I returned home a bit damp but no worse for the wear. I knew the walk would be worth it — and it was.