Marigold Highway

Clearly I was into wearing pants the first few days of my trip. It was chilly up on the more northern legs of my trip! Get this: it snowed in Anchorage today! Glad I got out of there when I did! It didn't stick or anything... but still. I'm going to be in Spokane this week and the weather is supposed to be in the 80's!! Woohoo! After quite a few days of cold weather, I'm excited to be headed down into more balmy weather.

I pulled over on Highway 16 in B.C. because the colors of the trees all along that highway this time of year are just beautiful. Such a vibrant marigold! I wanted to wear something colorful to compliment the gorgeous, vivid golds, so I put on my plaid Tulle coat. The lining of the jacket is the exact same color as the trees!

coat/tulle via lulu e bebe :: jeans/pacsun :: boots/target :: glasses/wet seal

I love having the Brave lurking in the background of my photos. I make no promises to not totally overload this blog with photos of the Brave, haha. For some reason, cars have always been very animated to me. I've had complete conversations with my El Camino before, and it seems like cars make friends with other cars they're parked next to... sometimes. The El Camino would give me stink eye when I made it sit out in the snow. Doesn't the Brave just look like it has a happy-go-lucky soul? I don't think they make cars these days with as much personality as they did back in the 50's - 70's.

The bartender on the ferry was telling me that hwy 16 between Prince Rupert and Prince George is called the "trail of tears" because people get robbed, raped and murdered from hitchhiking and picking up hitchhikers. Apparently she'd heard a lot of horror stories or something and felt it was her duty to warn me. I was cautious but I didn't know if I quite believed the intensity of the rumors until I was driving along and saw a huge billboard that said something like, "Highway 16- HIGHWAY OF TEARS" "Killer on the loose!" and showed pictures of missing/killed women. Yikes! Since I'm not really in the habit of picking up hitchhikers I didn't really feel like I was in too much danger. Nevertheless, I was glad when I made it past Prince George and on down hwy 97.

I didn't take a lot of pictures that day. It rained constantly the whole day, so I wasn't really in the mood to go outside and get wet trying to take pictures of scenery. The above photo is an example of what I saw all day. Rain, wet pavement, clouds, and windshield wipers.

I have a ton of photos to share from the ferry trip and the past couple days, but here are some photos from my last night in Anchorage at home. My parents barbecued some delicious chicken and we had a family dinner in the back yard on a beautiful fall day- the atmosphere clinging to just enough leftover summer warmth to make it comfortable to sit out on the patio. Little Bit (unknowingly) spent her last night being pestered by Simon (though I'm certain Simon really misses LB's company).

My brother Ben makes adorable little clay figures (which he uses for stop-action short films), and I just loved the little bug he made, so I had to take a picture of it. Ah, the things about home I will miss dearly.