The West Coast Is the Best Coast
July 11 - August 15, 2019
Since moving abroad, we’ve tried to ensure that every summer has been packed with interesting travels. The summer of 2018 was particularly full of bucket list trips: hut hiking in the alps, exploring the fjords of Norway, and driving a camper van around Iceland. Visiting some of the most beautiful places on earth was exhilarating, but it also unexpectedly served as something of a reminder. The place we come from - the west coast of the USA - is stunning enough that it deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as any of the incredible places we’ve seen while traveling. When it came time to plan for the summer of 2019, we both decided that the place we wanted to go more than any other was home.
Road Trip to the Redwoods
In choosing to come home in July, Kirb lucked out in that five of his best friends were already planning to take a road trip from Washington to the Redwoods in Northern California during that time, and all he had to do was ask if he could tag along and jump in the back of a van. They already had the logistics figured out, so Kirb was free to just sit back and enjoy the company of some of his favorite people while they goofed off, ate diner food, had beach fires, and went hiking and camping. The trip would span two nights on the Oregon Coast, four nights at a campground in Del Norte Redwoods State Park, and then one more night in Oregon on the way back to Washington. Uncle Sean had just finished building his own custom chopper, so he traveled separate and met up with the rest of the group in Yachats on the first night. For the rest of the trip, he’d lead out front on his bike and everyone else would follow behind in the van, eating an endless amount of taffy and singing impromptu songs about Conestoga wagons.
Meanwhile, in Southern California
Mazz didn’t come along on this roadie because she was off on her own California adventure, sitting around a swimming pool in Palm Springs drinking wine for her friend D’s bachelorette party. She was there for almost a week and took three whole pictures. Here are two of them.
Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest
Kirb’s family has been coming to a timeshare called Snowater near Mount Baker in Northern Washington for his entire life. Little about the complex has changed since the 1970s and the woods that surround it are lush and mossy and filled with infinite textures and hues of green. It’s his favorite place in the world. Kirb’s parents were nice enough to let us use it while we were home, so we invited some best buds up to party family-style, cooking dinners, drinking wine, and playing game after game of Catan once the baby went to sleep. What should have been a perfect trip for Kirb was complicated when he became increasingly itchy the first evening after dinner, then lifted up his shirt to find that his entire body was covered in raised red hives. Things got particularly bad when his fingers swelled up so bad that his wedding ring felt like a vice grip on his hand. Though the allergic reaction lasted the entirety of the trip, Kirb persevered by eating Benadryl like candy, trying not to be a party poop while everyone else enjoyed their non-itchy trip to the forest. Mazz contemplated going back to Bellingham to be closer to a hospital, but Kirb flat-out refused. He would not be leaving his favorite place, and he definitely wouldn’t be walking anywhere near a hospital in the United States without health insurance.
Wedding Season
One of the driving factors that made it easy to decide to come home for such a long amount of time was the fact that several of our very good friends were getting married within a couple of weeks of each other. All three of the weddings were outdoor affairs in either a backyard or public space, with friends and family chipping in their time and energy to create something special that represented the people who were getting married more than a stuffy, rented wedding hall ever could.
Karol & Jordan
The first wedding of the bunch was a welcome, last-minute surprise. Karol and Kirb have been friends for nearly 15 years, and were neighbors for several of them. One time she drove Kirb to the hospital when he accidentally stabbed himself in the hand opening up a pack of new knives and sprayed blood all over his kitchen walls (This unreasonably expensive trip to the ER was the last time Kirb was in a hospital and the driving force behind his unwillingness to go when covered in red welts on this trip). She and her man Jordan spent weeks clearing out the massive wooded space behind their home in Olympia - with the help of their best friends, who live next door - to create an outdoor wonderland, where friends set up tents, played games, had a massive bonfire, and drank in the “secret bar” located deep at the edge of the property. Kirb had planned on taking a ferry back to his folks’ place on the island later that evening but was quickly tempted by old friends and the promise of a raging, all-night woods party to stay. It was a total blast.
Sarah & CB
Kirb and Sarah have never known exactly how to quantify the closeness of their relationship. Father/daughter isn’t quite right, nor brother/sister. Eventually, they settled on Donaghy/Lemon. He was honored when she asked him to officiate her wedding. Immediately after getting out of the van from the Redwoods, Kirb got in another car and drove east across Washington to the city of Spokane, where Sarah and CB had transformed Sarah’s parent’s backyard into a beautiful gathering full of family and friends.
D & Steve Neal
Mazz and D are basically sisters. Mazz’s mom, Mommzio, is D’s “other mom.” When it was time to sign the wedding certificate, D had both of her moms be the witnesses. D and Steve Neal got married in a park in rural Oregon about an hour outside of Portland. Those closest to the couple gathered in a sunny grove for a short, simple ceremony, clinked their drinks as the paperwork was signed, and then stripped down to their skivvies to go swim in the river. What else is a wedding than an excuse to have fun with your family and friends?
Back Home with Friends and Family
We miss our friends and family. Living abroad can be hard and lonesome sometimes. Coming home means getting to spend time with the people we love most in the world, and this trip afforded us ample opportunities to do just that. The fact that the Pacific Northwest happens to be an awe-inspiringly beautiful place to hang out with those people is just an added bonus.