On the way to western Washington State to see a man named Duke, I stop along the side of the road for the night. My eyes start to close before I know it and everywhere I turn, I see her face and that bright red hair on everyone from man to woman. This is just so unsettling that I must finish this very soon. If I don’t, I probably will go insane. That is if I haven’t already.
After a few short hours of shut eye, I feel rested enough to continue my journey to Sequim in Washington State. It’s a small town, that is right next to a forest where far too many hikers like to gather. A waterway, where all kinds of people gather to fish, and even a lighthouse that visitors like to stop by on their way.
So, when I say this is a small town, it is in many ways. But in the last several years of chasing after “her”, I have seen truer small towns than this one.
“Honk”