It could have been when you first walked through Washington Park and found that one nurse tree you could sit on, enjoy some rays of sun through the canopy, and listen to the whisper of the Sound on the shore.
Or maybe it was when your folks took you to Mount Baker and you saw ice-blue chunks calving off the face of Shuksan.
It could have been the time you crossed the finish line after an arduous solo adventure race into the arms of your loving and supportive family who didn’t even mention your saturated jersey or salty kisses.
Or maybe it was when you joined the gang for the Saturday bike ride, or Wednesday run—and met others to train with.
It could have been the time you and a friend kayaked from Friday Harbor to Jones Island and found that it wasn’t ants that were interested in your lunch, but overly-friendly deer.
Or maybe it was when you topped that rise, be it Mount Baker or Mount Index, or just the next hill. What a view you found, what a world you live in.
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