A few weeks ago I flew up to Washington state to see my father. I took a taxi, light rail, ferry, and a truck ride, all with my suitcase, camera and guitar to carry, but I made it to the Olympic Peninsula rather easily. That week I got my hands dirty in the garden, camped in the Mountains, and played guitar till my fingers throbbed. There is a role of film from the trip waiting to be developed.
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