Anxiously wanting to explore the Pacific Northwest, Sean and I drove up the coast from San Francisco to Seattle to visit friends. Along the way, we marveled at the mountains in Northern California, ate terrible Mexican food out of desperation in Oregon, and finally reached Seattle by midnight.
After three days in the city, we craved to be surrounded by nature. I fell in love with Rattlesnake Ridge, a thirty minute drive out of the bustling city, simply humbled by the lush greenery and crisp air. Trailing through the tall, green trees to find the outlook peeling over the lake, I felt consumed by wild joy stillness.
