As kids we would go on one family vacation a year. It was a camping trip where we were all piled into the car, trailer in tow, and we’d drive from western Washington to the eastern side of the state. At the time, it seemed like we drove for days, through mountains, then farms, then into the desert. Being there were so many children in the car, it was important we entertained ourselves quietly so the long drive didn’t exhaust our parents. The entire week, spent camping next to the lake, was one of great fun – filled with days spent swimming, fishing and sitting by the campfire. But we always remember how when the mountain hills gave way, that we could see the patterns in the fields laid out as if some giant stitched together a beautiful blanket.
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