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In 2001, I drove my little dodge dakota alone off the ferry from Alaska, through the town of Bellingham without a second thought as I made my way to my new life in Seattle. In 2007, my husband and I overnighted in Bellingham before catching…

It was a hot day in August, 98 degrees, and the heat was doing strange things to the light, and our moods, and my hair. But we had to get out of the house. From the lower parking lot of Seattle’s Museum of History and…

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