This is a weird observation. However, it hit me profoundly. As I was walking through the rain forest, the scent of the woods was strong. Mossy, earthy smells. The rain from the day before. The freshness in the air.

It’s 11:11. An auspicious number and an excellent way to start the day. We just finished breakfast at a great little place in Monmouth, Oregon, and we’re off toward Quinault, Washington.

Fern Takes Her Maiden Voyage Summer slipped away overnight. It is the morning of the first official voyage of Fern, our new motorhome. We are headed to the Olympic National Forest in Washington State. It seems fitting that the fog has rolled in, mysteriously cloaking our lake. We are taking a journey into the rainforest, and it only seems right that the mood be set from the very start.