Final leg of the celebration tour. (at Fairfield, California)
Just call me Easy…with bacon, no cheese. (at The Wandering Goose)
Can’t stop. Won’t stop. (at Little Tokyo)
Walking among giants. (at Lake Padden Park)
Inhaling and exhaling real northwest air. This place is no joke. (at Bellingham Bay)
Today’s highlight was sitting out the downpour on the side of the road with one of my best friends.
Bacon for four (or twelve), steak for four, German potatoes, fries, spinach, Marti and Schlagg for three. (at Peter Luger Steak House Est. 1887)
There’s a lot I don’t know for sure…but one thing I do know is: There’s no bad day that can’t be fixed by a solid BLT…on a biscuit.
Sometimes I forget this place is an island. (at The Honorable William Wall)