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Rolling South
Last week we packed up the van and headed south on our annual road trip from northwest Washington to Santa Cruz, Calif. This seasonal Washington to California migration has been a part of my entire adult life. I left my native California to move to Oregon and later Washington at age 24. One or two times a year I returned to visit my parents. Eventually, my husband, then my children became part of these journeys. My father and then my mother died, and for a couple of years, I seemingly left my home state behind for good. Then my youngest son settled into Santa Cruz with a job and a girlfriend, and I found myself, like a seasonal laborer, once again committed to heading south on a regular basis. This feels right to my homing pigeon instincts.