In another attempt to escape the smoke we headed to eastern Washington. Crossing back into Washington was a bit arresting. Roslyn was asleep in the back and I was up front with Joshua reading when he pointed out the state line sign. We were both quiet as Walter passed by it. We hadn't know what we'd feel or when but this small sign made us feel a lot- sadness, scared, confusion, a tightness. Walter and our family were now very close to home, which meant our trip was very close to over. It was hard to let that feeling go even though we had a week or so left. Running from the smoke, back in our state, trip almost over- it felt heavy. We didn't really shake it the rest of the trip. We had a good time but you could always feel it, the apprehension and not knowing how we would feel to be "home."
But all those deep feelings aside we headed into Walla Walla to a winery that looked like they'd let us in. We were unshowered, not wearing heels or floral dresses, and had a squirmy baby. By far the most dirtbag people in the winery but we had a lovely time pretending to smell and figure out the wine. After that we headed to a pizza joint and then out to a campsite late in the evening.
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