It's been nearly five years since I left the West Coast.
Last week — after quite more than enough of a wait, thank you very much — I went back.
I cried when my plane came into view of my river and my volcanoes.
I cried when I left.
With the tires of a gorgeous rental car, I caressed as much of My Coast as I could, meeting new portions along the way. From the Salish Sea to Thor's Well, from Seattle and Portland westward ...
I'm very much Second Homesick.
