It could have been that my dad was always traveling. He worked on cruise ships, like literally on them when they were being refurbished or had damage that needed to be fixed. Or maybe it’s that mom always took us places. Local places, but most summer weekends were spent hiking or camping.
Or it’s because I was born a Saggitarius. That’s probably it.
But most stories start with home, and Hood River is an epic place to have as a homebase. Born and raised. And now I’m here again. Homebase.
Whatever it is-I have adventure in me. Little, big, food, hikes, all the things.
Tarn is lost 