Lake Chelan.

On our last day save one, Sandy (my sister Sandy), Ralph, and I drove the twenty miles or so to Lake Chelan for a little stroll. It was a gorgeous, windy day. (See Lake Chelan here.)

Note: my sister is a walker, not a stroller. In fact, look up the definition of "power walker" in the dictionary, where they've used her image as the illustration. I took a lot of pictures of her disappearing from view!

You can't really say you've lived until you've visited Twisp and Scapoose. Sounds like a breakfast cereal and a type of trail mix.

"Child Discipline Aid, Chelan, Washington". I couldn't bring myself to check for anatomical accuracy.

If you're ever out with Sandi (my Sandi) and you come across a scene like this, turn and run the other way  as quickly as you can. There will be vast amounts of  squealing, cooing, sighing, baby-talking, and sundry other behaviors more common in a four-year-old than an adult. And don't worry about offending her; she's accustomed to looking up and finding her companions missing, or at the least staring at her incredulously and pretending they don't know her.