Driving along the Olympic Peninsula feels like pouring out onto the earth’s edge.
We drove slow, taking in the vast and rugged coastline, eating oyster po boys and dreaming about the future along the way. We watched seals swim at sunset, befriended a deer, sunk our toes in the sand, and drank whiskey by crackling fires. It was just another beautiful Pacific Northwest weekend, until Adam asked me to marry him over coffee on our second morning.
Every time I hear the rise and fall of the ocean, I’ll remember this beautiful time.