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This recreation area is nestled in the fertile valleys outside of the town of Sedro-Woolley at the foot of the North Cascades. It was a state asylum "farm" that was in operation from 1909 until 1973, when most of the property was closed and later turned over to become a recreation area filled with hiking/walking trails and a disc golf course. You can explore the remains of the old dairy buildings near the parking lot, or you can walk further afield and find a few more ruins sprinkled around the property, namely old electrical sheds and a creepy pump house. For a somewhat sunny December hike with no snow, this was an easy choice. It is actually more strolling than hiking, considering that the majority of the trails are old road beds and there is no elevation gain. There are some pretty areas that feel more "wild" if you follow the main road/trail and bypass the bridge that leads to the area of the hospital that is still in use. Back here, we found a prett...
There's probably a million quotes and sayings that basically boil down to the title of this post. We know they are true, most of us have lived them, and each time we think it will be different. There's a whole cadre of #vanlifers, digital nomads, retired Class A warriors, rubber and leather tramps, dirtbags, hiker trash, and general vagabonds that have been traveling to run away from themselves rather than to find themselves (whether they admit it or not). Am I one of them? An ennui set in after my last post. This ennui quickly lead to boredom, dissatisfaction, and self loathing. The self loathing won out, as it is apt to do. And for a heartbeat, I let it. Big mistake. When self loathing wins, even for a short period, the next days (and sometimes weeks) are like a hangover as you try to find the shards of you your own mind hasn't destroyed. Hm, maybe that's just me, I don't know. I "locked" myself in my room (aka: I hid behind the curtain that ma...
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