A Wyoming Christmas

Merry Christmas!

It snowed! It was so nice to see Lander blanketed in white this morning.

We woke up bright and early this morning to catch J's first look at the presents Santa had brought him. The 2 year-old sized backhoe caught his interest right away. Calla gave the impression perfectly. As she rounded the corner of the kitchen toward the tree, J said, "I...need to play with that backhoe. I need that backhoe!" It was quite the production getting him to focus his attention on opening presents with so many new truck toys and books to play with.



It was a great morning. We sat around the tree and opened presents from friends and family near and far. We certainly felt lucky to be spending the holiday in the Hopeman household. After coffee cake and German Christmas Stollen, we headed out to the ice rink for a Christmas holiday tradition: pick-up hockey! It was also J's first time on skates!




Thoroughly worn out, we made our way home for appetizers and an early dinner. Here is the happy clan in front of the Christmas tree.


(Standing: Brandon, Calla, Cait, Riley. Sitting: Dawna, J, and Ross.)

We hope that everyone out there has also had a very Merry Christmas!

Much Love,
Cait & Riley

It's Beginning to Look and Feel A Lot Like...

CHRISTMAS!!!!





Riley and I have arrived in Lander for the Holidays! Though there is no snow on the ground here in town, we felt lucky to have had lots in Sun Valley over the last few days and great backcountry skiing on Togwotee along the way. This holiday season has been a whirlwind of activity from finishing up work, school and packing up to leave Seattle for three weeks. But our Christmas cards are in the mail, we have most of the Christmas presents situation figured out, and we are enjoying time with our families.



Happy Holidays!!


Cait

Winter!

We are fully immersed in winter! Finally! Wahoo! After 14 hours of driving through varying conditions, we are happy, healthy, and ecstatic to be basking in all Ketchum, Idaho has to offer.

 
We took advantage of a great day of skiing at nearby Baldy Mountain, along with Cait's Dad, JP, and brother, Jack. Here's Caitlin demonstrates her excitement for everything winter.

 
Post-ski, Caitlin and I hit the streets of Ketchum to run a couple of errands before heading over to Sushi On Second with JP and Jack. At 2° Fahrenheit, it was a brisk little jaunt. 

Tomorrow we'll head out for another day of skiing. The following day it's off to Lander to spend some time with the Hopemans!

Riley

Going, Going... Pop, Hiss... Done.

Another weekend, another cyclocross race! Saturday's race brought me up to Bellingham, Washington to participate in Thriller Cross. For the race, anyone donning either Christmas or Zombie-esque attire was given a one minute head start before the main pack of racers was released. Needless to say, I rarely need a reason to dress up.

 

Prior to the weekend, Cascade CycloCross had provided a brief preview into what the course would be like.

"We have compact grass. We have gravel trail. We have pavement. Those who have raced here in the past will testify that there can be some very boggy sections in the lowest terrain. That's okay - there are also hot showers and locker rooms. Bring a big towel and hope for mud!"

Very boggy sections in the lowest terrain was the tip of the ice berg for Saturday's race. It was the muddiest, stickiest, most wonderful course I've ridden thus far. Imagine pedaling through peanut butter. Now imagine doing that for an hour uphill, downhill, and anywhere in between.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to finish this race. At the end of my second lap I flatted and was forced to throw my bike over my shoulder and run the rest of the way into the finish line. I made an attempt to fix my dilemma in the pits but found not one, not two, but three holes! Impressive!

I hated pulling out but took it in stride. I'd had a great first lap and had ridden my hardest while smiling though a heavy layer of face paint.

The highlight of Thriller Cross was a section of snow they'd trucked in. With a full head of steam you would barrel into a couple of feet of snow hoping to have enough momentum to carry you through to the other side. I hadn't yet touched snow yet and couldn't think of a better way to become re-acquainted.

There's only one more cyclocross race left this season. On January 12th, I hope to be back in Bellingham, gritting it through the cold, and having a blast doing Chiller Cross.

Riley

Mud Boggin'

Last Sunday Cait and I found ourselves in Monroe, WA for the season finale of the Seattle Cyclocross Series. The event was held at the Evergreen State Fairgrounds alongside a youth motor cross competition in an adjacent building. With exhaust fumes in the air and my mouth mimicking machined noises, we had a fantastic day of riding.

Each cyclocross course is unique in its own way. Some have fly overs, others have barriers to jump over. This course had sand, a steep downhill into a 90° turn, a short but steep 75° uphill, and a wonderfully muddy section. In cyclocross-speak, sections of the course were "peanut-buttery" because of their muddy/sticky composition. We embraced the obstacles and both gave it our all.


 Cait giving it some gusto through the mud!


Cait on the move beginning another lap of mud boggin' glory.

 
This was my first Seattle CycloCross series race and I'd be lying if I didn't say that I was a little excited to find that I would be number 307 (the state of Wyoming's area code). 307 represent!

We both finished muddy, wet, smiling, and filled with excitement for the next opportunity to race.

Riley

Take Two

This weekend brought upon round two of my cyclocross career. After class on Friday I did a mad dash to gather up all of the essentials, raced down to the ferry, and made my way up to Burlington, WA to spend the night with Cait's cousin and his family.

On Saturday morning, with looming 100% rain forecasts, we raced! Cascade Cyclocross put on an amazing race, the Thanks Given'er, on the Lutherwood Bible Camp grounds on the shore of Lake Samish.

This race required a bit more technical finesse but that was what made it so fabulous.

 
 Cait's cousin, Ian, on the "Fly Over".

 
Ian's wife, Leah (right foreground), on the move.

Ian and Leah were fortunate enough to beat the weather and both had fantastic races. As for me, the rain began just as we lined up and increasingly fell leaving the trails a little... muddy.



It was amazing! During lap one I went over the handlebars. One lap later, my tires slid out and I ended up in the bushes. I managed to stay on my bike for the remaining four laps, other than portions that required a run. I may actually still have dirt in my eyes at the moment and it was totally worth it.

Here's to race number three which goes down one week from today. Next Sunday is the Seattle CycloCross series finale, held in Monroe, WA. Even more exciting? It'll be Caitlin's first cyclocross race!

Stay tuned!

Riley

CycloCross

This past weekend I participated in the first, of what I now know will be many, CycloCross races. CycloCross combines the fitness of road biking, the technical bike handling skills of mountain biking, and strenuous trail running into one 45-60 minute event.

A CycloCross bike looks like a road bike but has higher clearance, wider tires, and the ability for accumulated mud to shed easily. In its simplest definition, CycloCross is a continuous sprint, over uneven terrain, where at some point you'll dismount, throw your bike over your shoulder, run up a hill while jumping over protruding logs, re-mount, and do it all over again.

On Sunday, at the MFG series finale in Woodland Park, I rode 6 laps, dismounting and remounting 12 times. It was fantastic.

 
An anxious and cold Riley waiting for the race to start.


Just cresting the hill after two sections of barriers.


And I'm off again, winded but loving every moment.

CycloCross is as close to the feeling of a nordic ski race as I've been able to find. You start as a mass of riders. The gun sounds and absolute chaos ensues. At the first turn everyone bottlenecks except for rider number one. People crash. Equipment is broken. Some people are faster on the flats, some are faster on the hills. Dismounts and running sections leave you winded and scattered as you attempt to relocate your pedals and rhythm.

Yet, through all of the chaos, the pain, and the difficulty you eventually find yourself alone at some point, smiling from ear to ear, and truly embracing that pure moment.

If you ever have the chance to spectate or compete, do it. You will not be disappointed.

Riley

Halloween's Events

Zombie - An animated corpse resurrected back to life by mystical means.

 

Thriller - The sixth studio album by North American recording artist Michael Jackson.

Flash Mob - A group of people who assemble suddenly in a place, perform an unusual and seemingly pointless act for a brief time, then disperse, often for the purposes of entertainment, satire, and artistic expression.

What I Did On Halloween -


Super fun.

Riley

Morning Visitor

This morning I stepped out onto our back deck to breathe in a little of Washington's moist musk and looked down only find a Banana Slug (Ariolimax columbianus) on one of our potted plants. They are amazing little creatures.

The upper tentacles on their heads are actually their eyes. The lower pair are used to feel along and detect variance in chemicals of the ground they are moving over. Both the upper and lower tentacula can be retracted or extended, very similar to a turtle's appendages.

They have a single lung called a pnuemostome. The opening of pneumostome is a hole in the side of the slug that allows for gas exchange to occur.

I think they are incredibly fascinating and I likely would not have dedicated an entire blog entry if it weren't for one detail, we live on the second floor. This slug climbed an entire story to get to our deck.

Riley

Fall in the Northwest!

This past weekend Riley and I had our first true Northwest Fall Weekend. It is now the time of year when the leaves change colors, the temperature drops, and the cool fresh air invites scarves, hats and gloves to come out of the woodwork. This is my favorite time of year. That is part of the reason it was such a great weekend! The other part was that we spent time in the company of family and of each other.

Saturday turned out to be a bright, sunny, cold day (not the forecasted rain). My mother, our dog - Rosie, and my brother, Jack, joined Riley and I for a morning on Bainbridge Island. They met us at our apartment, seeing it for the first time since we moved in the boxes, and then we made our way downtown to the Farmer's Market.



Lots of people were out and about. The farmer's market is just starting to taper off, though it does not seem like the produce is the determining factor. There were still crates and baskets full of beautiful peppers, potatoes, corn, carrots, lettuce, squash and much more. After stocking up on veggies for the week, we made our way around town stopping by the bookshop, the kitchen store, the outdoor store and amusing ourselves with the fun Halloween decor on the sidewalks...




We ate lunch at a fantastic little restaurant called Marché, visited the bike shop, the knitting shop, and finished off the morning with a scoop of ice cream! I had a flavor called "Jack-o-Lantern." It was pumpkin pie ice cream with chocolate chunks - delicious!

The rest of the afternoon was fairly low-key. Riley and I had a wonderful homemade dinner of fresh veggies and quinoa from the Farmer's Market before we headed out to our last stop of the day...THE PUMPKIN WALK. There is a nursery a few miles from our apartment that sponsors a pumpkin walk and games/mazes each October as a fundraiser for the girls and boys club on the island. There were hundreds of pumpkins to look at as we walked the trail...however I would argue that the people watching was just as entertaining! Here are some of the highlights from the pumpkins...





I have loved spending this time on Bainbridge Island. It is a special little community and we feel very lucky to be a part of it. Hooray for fall!

Cait

Dispatch!

On Friday night Caitlin and I had a quick dinner, boarded the ferry, and made our way to Seattle's Moore Theatre to see Dispatch. The trio hadn't released a new album in nearly 12 years and, while it's not my favorite Dispatch to date, they were full of energy and totally into pleasing the crowd. Many of their older songs brought about nostalgic memories of listening to the same songs over and over with good people throughout the years.

If you haven't listened to them recently, do, it may bring the same smile to your face it did mine.

Riley

Stoked!

Last night Caitlin and I caught the ferry over to Seattle to attend the World Premier of Matchstick Productions' 20th ski film, Superheroes of Stoke. And, as if attending the World Premier weren't already exciting enough, Caitlin's cousin, Michelle Parker is one of the film's featured athletes!


Caitlin, Michelle, and I posing with Saucer Boy.

The film was fantastic and being in a snow driven atmosphere felt like home.

Is it ski season yet?

Riley

Ira Glass!

Last night Caitlin and I had the pleasure of listening to Ira Glass speak at Benaroya Hall in downtown Seattle. His show, "Reinventing Radio", took aim at illustrating why the removal of the visual sense gives radio such a special feel. This was perfectly demonstrated as he began the show in complete darkness before the lights revealed the man behind the voice.

The show was wonderful. It was informative, humorous, and most importantly, interactive. Ira is just as you would imagine him, a bit scattered but genuine. His ability to move from a substantial tangent to complete cohesion is impressive.

My favorite part of the show came when Ira was describing a film, Sleepwalk With Me, recently directed and produced by he and his NPR counterparts. During his description he mentioned that it was playing at the "Harvard Exit" Theatre in Seattle. Curious as to the origin of why it was called the "Harvard Exit", he asked the audience. "Because that's where the exit to Harvard Avenue is," was the response he received. He stood for a moment in disbelief before saying, "Really? That's pathetic." Returning to his story he progressed into describing Sleepwalk With Me and how its first showing was at the E Street Theatre in Washington, D.C. Just as he proceeded the audience burst into laughter. He paused and asked, "What? What did I say?" Someone yelled out "E Street" and he stopped dead in his tracks realizing his "pathetic" ridicule had been countered. He animatedly replied, "Touche!" It was fantastic.

Listening to This American Life has become something I cherish. I can't remember the last road trip I took where I didn't listen to at least three episodes. I know that the ride around Bainbridge Island is approximately two-and-a-half This American Lifes. Today is Sunday and I know that at 7:00 p.m. I will download the latest episode which I've been salivating over all week.

Last night was truly a dream come true. Part of the credit is due to the This American Life team but the majority of it goes to my wonderful fiancé who treated us to the evening as a tribute to our two-year anniversary.

I love you Caitlin!

Riley

Visit From "The West"

The week before this one, Calla and J came to visit. Calla was the Maid of Honor in a close friend's wedding near Seattle, which meant that we had the opportunity to see her a few times over the week. We loved it! She and Jalen were our first official visitors to the Bainbridge Island apartment.

We had beautiful Seattle Summer weather for the entire week. That meant a lot of fun activities...


After picking up Calla and J from the airport, we went to Madison Park playground and beach.



J and Riley had fun throwing sand and rocks into the water. Following the beach, we headed from the mainland over to Bainbridge by ferry. J was very excited about the boat, the birds and the airplanes!







It was windy!

It was also really fun for Riley to share the Islandwood campus with us all. We walked the trails, crossed the suspension bridge, and climbed up to the top of the canopy tower.



Thanks for coming to visit!!! We had a fantastic time and cannot wait to see you both again!

Cait

Bike For Pie

She is back baby... Caitlin is back! And, in honor of her return, I present to you, our Bainbridge Island debut.

Bike For Pie. "Coined as the Northwest's most original cycling event, this ride is a combination of four great elements - bicycling, Bainbridge Island scenery, summer weather and, of course, pies. There are two routes available - a challenging 32-mile ride that loops around the island and features a rest stop with savory pies hosted by Friends of the Farm, and the family-friendly 12-mile ride. Both include a mouth-watering selection of fruit pies served at Fort Ward."

Caitlin and I opted for the 32-mile route. With a wonderful breakfast under our belts, ample cloud cover, and a stamped hand permitting our admittance into feed stations of pied abundance, we set off!

Within the first mile we ended up behind a large group of riders and rather than ride our brake levers we decided to push ahead in hopes of enjoying the ride together uninterrupted. Our leap-frogging move went quickly and with plenty of space to breathe the ride had truly begun. "This is perfect," I thought. "It can't get much better than this."

BAM! Not a minute later my rear tire exploded! In fact, Caitlin thought it was a gun shot. Close inspection found a hole through my tire and tube.

Here's a glimpse into my "in the moment" internal monologue.

"Wow. We're not even a mile into this ride. The bike shop is only about ten minutes back but it doesn't open for another hour and a half. I wonder if there will be any pie left if I wait? I was sure looking forward to that pie.

Pie. Pie. Pie. Pie. Pie.

Pie!"

And with that, pie changed my tube, inflated said tube, installed my tire, and installed a safety layer of rubber to prevent further incident. Some how, some way... It worked! I rode 31 one miles on this:



Here we are at the feed stations.



Rolling across the finish line, bellies full of pie, we finished the ride happy, healthier, and smiling.

Pie!

Riley

Harvest

The typical "Saturday" was lost the moment I started to work for NOLS. My time off was never on a routine schedule but rather days between marketing events or courses. Today I reclaimed my Saturday and it felt fantastic.

This morning I went on a 33-mile bike ride around the perimeter of Bainbridge Island. The weather was spectacular and the smells from the surrounding forest made me feel as though I was miles from another soul. My ride followed the route for a local race held every February, the Chilly Hilly. This race has kicked off cycling season in the Northwest for the past 40 years with 2,675 feet of climbing. I already have my sights set on this race and if it sounds like something you would enjoy, come on out! I'd lie if I said I wasn't brainstorming possible custom jersey designs and a team name today...

During my ride I passed countless blackberry patches bordering the road. And so, after finishing up and taking a quick shower, I grabbed a large bowl and set off to harvest. I'd never picked blackberries before and with a multitude of scratches on my legs, I definitely learned some things in the process. In all, I harvested a five quart bowl of delicious, sweet morsels. Most of those are in the process of being frozen while I made sure to keep a pint of fresh ones as an immediate reward for my labors.

Finally, I finished off a great day with a great dinner. A baked potato covered in broccoli, red and green peppers, onions, mushrooms, and of course, ranch dressing. Delicious!

As IslandWood approaches, so does my excitement in becoming a weekend warrior. How much can you actually cram into a two-day time period? We will see.

Riley

Sigur Rós

Exposure to new experiences is unexplainable. It keeps you on your toes, makes you question, and provides a perspective not normally held.

Last night, Jack and I went to see Icelandic band Sigur Rós at Seattle's Paramount Theatre. I'm not ashamed to say that I'd never really listened to the band and honestly wouldn't have gone out of my way to see them perform. However, if offered a ticket to see live music, count me in.

The show started off a little slow. I found myself on the fence as to whether I was really enjoying what I was hearing. But, after the first two to three songs the show absolutely took off. It was spectacular. With eleven musicians on stage, it was difficult to choose who to watch. It was truly breathtaking.

The musical niche this group fills is one which I honestly cannot easily explain. It's different. My recommendation? Give is an open-minded listen and see for yourself. I would recommend one of the following songs:

- Hafsól ("Ocean Sun")
- Hoppípolla ("Puddle Jumping")
- Saeglópur ("Lost At Sea")

Photographs as the lighting changed.







Would I go see Sigur Rós play again? Indubitably!

Here's to spontaneity!

Riley

The Road To Recovery

Recovery after an injury is never a fun process to endure. It's frustrating, draining, and always seems to take longer than predicted. For me, the injury I sustained in the Waddington Range will not be a rapid recovery. I don't make this statement pessimistically, I make it based on the fact that it is exactly what my physical therapist told and proved to me yesterday.

Following a discussion about how we needed to turn off the muscles that have been locked since July 7th, I laid on the ground and let out the grunts of an Olympic Clean Jerk contender while trying to perform a simple roll from one side of my body to the other. As the physical therapist smiled down, it donned on me that I have a long road ahead. Fortunately, that road is already trending upwards and having the ability to exercise again is something for which I am incredibly grateful.

At the moment I've been cleared to walk, hike (without weight), swim, run (in a pool), and road bike. By far the most comfortable of these is road biking. It allows my spine to sit in a position opposite my injury. The relief this provides is unbelievable and as such, I've been spending a lot of time aboard my Cannondale. With each ride my body feels better and I become more and more excited about cycling in general. This past weekend only affirmed my building exuberance.

On Friday afternoon, Caitlin's brother, Jack, and I threw our stuff into the truck and headed for the Methow Valley. If you're unfamiliar, it's an area just east of the North Cascade Mountain Range. Sitting in a rain shadow, its weather is much more arid than coastal Washington. If you've ever wondered where Washington Apples come from, it's the Methow. I can't even begin to imagine how many orchards exist in the area. The drive is spectacular and late that evening we met up with one of Jack's friends and were fortunate enough to stay on an absolutely gorgeous piece of property his family owns on the bank of the Methow River.

We spent our time near the communities of Twisp, Winthrop, and Mazama. All three are quite small and each is unique in its own right. Twisp is at the confluence of two rivers and is host to a number of amazing shops and restaurants. Winthrop is western themed and as such the entire town is architecturally western. And Mazama, population 230, is a town you could literally blink and miss. My recommendation if you're ever in the area... Don't blink.


A hand painted map detailing the area decorates a downtown Winthrop establishment.

Saturday morning brought blue skies. After a quick breakfast, we set out from Mazama for Washington Pass, a 20-mile climb with 3,500 feet of elevation gain. The ride up was amazing. Traffic was light and drivers were generally courteous. The ride down? The ride down took a quarter of the time it took to climb to the top. You do the math on the how-amazing-was-that-fun-o-meter.


Jack and I atop the pass.

It feels great to be exercising regularly again. And, while my recovery may be a slow one, it could have been much worse and at least I can recover doing the things I love.

For anyone reading this, go outside. Right now. Leave whatever device you're reading this on, walk outside, and take a deep breath. You won't regret it.

Riley

Commute

Commuting has been merely a concept up until this point in my life. While attending South Elementary I walked or rode my bike to school. In fact, now that I think about it, up until I was a junior in high school I walked or pedaled. During those last two years of high school I was a licensed driver and spent my time behind the wheel of a 1978 Ford F-150. When I began my undergraduate studies, my folks dropped me off at my dorm. Installed in Laramie, Wyoming, I reverted back to a bipedal or pedaled existence.

As I transition into graduate school, I'm excited that I can continue my non-vehicular travel to and from campus. While walking is an unappealing option, I'll be riding as much as possible. Of course, my commute to school is only three miles.

Which brings us to the fact that we now live on an island. And with that comes the commute. We have to get to and from this place right? There is one bridge you can take to leave the island but it isn't anywhere convenient for us. The ferry ride from Seattle to Bainbridge Island is around 40 minutes. You can walk on, ride on, or drive on. In facing this new aspect of my life, I figured I'd give a glimpse into life on the ferry.


The ferry. There are four levels to these boats. The bottom two are for vehicle parking, the third is seating for walkers, bikers, and drivers. And, the forth is an open deck to take in the sights and sounds.


The view of Bainbridge Island as we approach our landing. Trees, trees, and more trees! I love it.


The downtown Seattle skyline as we approach the city.

It's a total novelty for me. I still think it's really exciting. After all, once you're on the boat, you can kick back and relax. Not bad living I say.

Riley

Complete

I've always loved bicycles. I don't know what it is about them... It's like my fixation with legos as a child was morphed into an adult fixation of velocipedes. I've had some of the best, and worst, times of my life while saddle-bound. The best always involved beautiful trails, good people, and an inner need to go head-to-head with gravity. The worst involved being thrown over the handlebars and fracturing my left collarbone. Regardless of the outcome, I will forever be infatuated with two-wheelers.

For a very, very long time it has been a goal of mine to build a bicycle. To pick a frame. To hunt down each and every component. To be picky. To be patient. To devise a color scheme and stick to it. To build my bike. My goal has come to fruition.

A year ago I purchased a Surly Cross-Check frame from a local bike shop in Seattle. Surly is a company based in Minnesota that produces some of the most wonderful bicycles on the market. Each feature is carefully planned and has years of testing to back up its inclusion. I chose the Cross-Check because of its reputation, its simplicity, and its versatility.

The next step of the process was deciding exactly what purpose this pony would serve. When I thought of all of the possible options I finally settled on "commuter". Having been recently accepted into graduate school, why not build a bike I would ride nearly every day. And, while I'm at it, let's make it a single speed.

Since making those key decisions, it's been a process. I've added parts, changed parts, broken parts, and finally, settled on parts. Wyoming, Idaho, and Washington have contributed through local pedal houses and open roads.

Without further adieu...







Here's to projects and the joy they bring.

Riley

Bainbridge Island

Caitlin and I are in the early stages of a new, exciting adventure. For those of you who don't know, I'm starting a Master of Education program in mid-August. The first year is here on the island at a place called IslandWood. The following year will be at the University of Washington.

A few days after my evacuation, we moved the majority of our belongings into a condo on Bainbridge Island. Now, when I say "we" moved, what I actually mean is that her parents and brother were wonderful enough to donate a Sunday to help shlep our rubbermaid tubs from Seattle, across the ferry, onto Bainbridge Island, and into our new living quarters. My contribution came in the form of carrying our sleeping bags, one at a time.

Caitlin is working on Mount Baker at the moment and I'm holding down our fort. With the wonderful location we managed to land, I can easily walk to nearly every possible necessity. This includes, which I am still thanking my lucky stars for, a chiropractic clinic that is less than the length of a football field from our condo. I've only had one visit thus far but come Monday I should know a lot more as to the extent of my injuries and how long the road to recovery will be. A couple of days ago I broke down, feeling overwhelmed with my discomfort and lack of mobility. Having a chiropractor so close was an instant exhale for my overloaded mind.

But, enough of that... The true purpose of this entry is to show off our new home!


I went for a walk earlier and thought the contrast of sail boat masts against the trees was magnificent.


This is downtown Winslow. It's less than a mile from us and has some really, really neat shops. Our favorite on prior trips to the island is a place called the Blackbird Bakery.

I really like Bainbridge Island. Having never lived in a big city, it will serve as a welcome buffer from Seattle but will also allow us to explore the big city streets in preparation for year two of my program. The access to live music is something in which I am particularly excited.


Our condo, in all its glory, buried in our tubs. More photographs will follow as we actually install. It has a fairly simple layout. The kitchen flows into the living space, our bedroom is adjacent, and the a bathroom with a stacked washer/dryer rounds it out. Compared to the other places we looked at, we're living incredibly well. We do have a deck off of our bedroom that looks into pure forest. It's my favorite part of our space.

So, we're here for one year. Exciting! A new chapter unfolds! We're both really excited to become members of the Bainbridge community and take advantage of everything it has to offer. I already found something that I think would be really fun!



Come visit!

Riley