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The way she comes with me on walks even when too cold and unprepared when we only planned on going to the mailbox.

Mount Baker & Purple Martin bird boxes
Do not harass the Blue Heron, Mount Baker, or anyone else on the Strait of Juan de Fuca (not captured by photo: Navy jet impressively terrorizing this whole scene laying down a blanket of billion-dollar noise & other pollution overhead – the Navy does not give any fucks)
Birdhouses for Purple Martins with Mount Baker in background
Olympic Mountains, and big crane thingy striving doggedly at futile attempts to hold back the sea: sunset on Puget Sound

It was a short walk, but I loved every second of it with her. Especially throwing my arms around her for a hug and kiss at the turnaround point on the trail where it was closed for erosion.