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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Closer to home
When we drove through Stevens Pass, there was still plenty of snow, but as we made our way down the last mountain road, we could see that we were finally getting closer to home, and stopped for a leg-stretch at Iron Goat Trail.
The salmonberries were green, but well on their way. The blackberries in bloom looked as though they'll bear a good crop. Even a slug came out to welcome us.
Heading further down the road, I nearly yelped at the first sight of arbutus (or, as they call them here in Washington, madrones or madrona). It won't be long now 'til we're back at Chez Hoser.