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This month, Lord willing, my wife will have our baby. Yesterday, we took the opportunity to commemorate her belly while we still could. John O’Bryan was our photographer extraordinaire. A few of the results are up on Flickr.
With “Moose” only six weeks out from his due date, the wife and I decided to head out last weekend for a babymoon. We left Moscow Wednesday evening to spend the night with my folks in Pasco before taking off Thursday morning for Seattle via the beautiful Yakima valley.
We rendezvoused at the Space Needle with a few of Stephanie’s Austin friends, including Gayle Williams, who had flown in to run a half-marathon the following day in Vancouver, B.C. While they went up the Needle, Stephanie and I explored the neighboring Chihuly Garden and Glass. Though Stephanie knew of Dale Chihuly from the world of design, I was very pleasantly surprised by the artwork of this Tacoma native.
Thursday evening, we enjoyed the distinctive hospitality of a couple of my old friends, Dan and Brittany Hunt, whom Stephanie had also gotten to know earlier this summer. We navigated through Ikea on Friday morning before retracing our steps back to the small town of Dayton, WA. While perusing the Pasco farmers’ market with my parents last summer, the three of us had sampled cheeses from Joan Monteillet, who told me about the Fromagerie she operates with her French husband, Pierre-Louis. I left with her business card in hopes of vacationing there one day, and it proved to be an authentic getaway with my very own Little Bo Peep.
On Saturday evening, we ventured out for dinner to the nearby metropolis of Waitsburg (pop. 1,217). We noticed a menacing storm rolling in, and by the time we were comfortably seated in Heaven, the heavens themselves were being unleashed. Before long, the town’s siren went off. I stepped outside and took a few paces before I could see smoke billowing above the treetops. A few more steps, and I saw a farm field burning just outside of town. Tankers continued to speed past the windows, so after dinner, we decided to investigate. Although the first fire had been put out, lightning had set another (ripe but unharvested) field ablaze a couple of miles further down the road.
By Sunday morning, the skies had cleared, and we packed our bags before taking another trek about the grounds, this time to dip our toes in the Touchet River. On the road again by mid-afternoon, we passed through windmills and wheat fields before arriving back at home-sweet-home. More photos of the Hagens’ first summer vacation are posted on Flickr.
The last time I blogged was six months ago to shamelessly self-promote an entry I made into a contest for a diamond. Thanks to your help, I not only won the rock but a beautiful Texan bride to wear it a couple of weeks later. Life has changed for the better, and the same might be said of my writing: I officially reenter the blogosphere today not to promote my own interests, but the interests of others. I could say I am here to push my sister’s new record, but the fact is that she and her band recorded and released a beautiful collection of hymns to bless its listeners, which this Mother’s Day can and should include your mom. You can download it here, burn a copy for your mother, and not even tell her it was free.