Heading up to Seattle tomorrow morning to spend a few days on St Juan Island--about as close as you can get to Canada without actually crossing the border. My daughter is moving up there with her family. Since I grew up not far away I have warned her about the rain (it's raining here today, mind, but that's not usual in the Bay Area). Weirdly they have set their sights on a coastline that is straight across (what's the body of water there?) from the patch of coastline my grandparents settled, where my first memories are of the wilderness and beach (now well populated, with five houses on the lot my grandparents had for themselves). So far the photos I've seen look pretty familiar--log-strewn beaches, strands of kelp (that we'd carve faces in or on), big rainforest-y trees.

Beverley Bie Brahic