When I was in high school in the mid- to late 90’s, I’d occasionally visit Tacoma. It wasn’t without some trepidation that adults agreed to chaperone whichever trip we were taking. Local legend pegged it as a rough place that shared an airport with Seattle, a city with much better PR. Even now, whenever I…
Tag: American Vacation
Road Tripping: A Prodigal Son Rediscovers the American Northwest.
There’s something indescribable about the Northwest. I took the vastness of the place for granted when I was a kid: the great open spaces; the epic mountains; the beauty of the hills and rivers and lakes. I go back to the Northwest because there is something incomprehensible about it, something intangible. I don’t live in…
