My Dog is Chelsea

I swear everytime I try to go camping it fails miserably.
The last time I went—or, rather, attempted to go—it was the weekend of the Fourth of July and every campsite and their mothers were booked solid and we couldn’t find a place to sleep. We ended up driving home and camping out in the yard.
Then, [...]

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The Canadian border patrol dude spoke as if he knew me:”So you’re going to Vancouver, eh?” he asked. He spoke congenially, but it still felt as if I was reporting to the principal of my elementary
school circa 1989—after all, he was walking me to the car to retrieve Chelsea so he could safely search our [...]

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Well, more like off to see TimsHead, but he’s just as famous as the mysterious man behind the Emerald City. Asa and I are driving up the I-5 corridor, picking up TimsHead (hopefully TimsBody, too) and then driving northward to Vancouver BC, where we’ll see the likes of visitamanda (we’ll visit her, if you will), [...]

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After it became clear on Saturday that Asa and I were not going to accomplish a single one of the many to-do items for the day, he
suggested instead taking a quick trip to the coast. I had only seen the Pacific Ocean, but never touched it, and Chelsea had never seen it
at all, so an [...]

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I made it here, safe and sound. I’ve been slacking in the blogging department, but I’m going to blame it on the fact that I just moved 1,300 miles and haven’t really unpacked yet, let alone found housing or a job. But regardless, here are a few stories from the trip:
Day One, [...]

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