Two years ago Maris and I ran off to a
pilgrimage nerdfest to Forks and La Push. Forks was pretty silly, but hilarious. La Push, on the other hand, was the most magical place I had ever been. And since that day, I have been wanting to take Kamel up the peninsula and to the coast.
On Tuesday we rented a car, hopped on a ferry, and were driving up 101 to La Push, just the two of us. A glorious thing to do the week before your wedding, let me tell you.
I kept telling Kamel, La Push is magical. Magical, Magical, Magical. The most beautiful place I had ever been. He was going to LOVE it, just wait. And I would say the same thing to you. You’re going to freaking love it. Photos will never ever do it justice but I’m going to share them anyway.
We love roadtrips. We live driving to places that not everyone thinks to go, to places people think are too far away for a day trip. We scoff at those people. A 4 hour drive, one way? Pshh, we got this. We are excellent car buddies, we sing and play games and eat snacks and take turns navigating. We rule at the road.
We would so much rather not be making to-do lists and putting things together, tying ribbons on our semi-DIY programs, and worrying about guest lists, day of timing, and when we can squeeze in lunch. We want to be here, having adventures, taking on the unknown and the new.
Being goobers, being goofballs, being windblown and rain-damp, and deciding on whether we try out this road-side diner, or hold out for a Taco Time.
What better time to remind me why I love him so very much.