• Day trip: Lake Chelan in Winter

    About this time during a Washington winter, I begin to crave escape. The feeling is visceral, like I will begin to peel out of my skin if I must endure one more fog filled day of dreary Northwest winter. I start to plan spring vacation escapes and my pinterest board turns more and more tropical (this year I am thinking Palm Springs: vintage bikinis, old men in fedoras, Joshua Tree, poolside margaritas.) I betray my native city by beginning to long for any glimpse of wide open blue sky. This is in stark contrast to my feelings at the end of the summer, when I crave with equal strength the…