Nope. We are not named "Green."
We're the Wilsons, and you already know the part about traveling across the country on this Green Family Summer. If you thought you missed some of that, please have a look at the blog: www.blog.greenfamilysummer.com
We've been traveling together since before the two of us became four. Sherri and I spent many weekends backpacking in the Cascades as we became friends, and often left work early on Friday to get up into those mountains before the rest of Seattle could catch us. We would only come down on Sunday evening, just in time to make a big meal of scallops and prawns in garlic and wine with focaccia, washed down with a bottle of Washington's finest vintage. That was after the chocolate-banana shakes and deep-fried mushrooms at the dairy shack out on Route 2, of course.
It was one of those Sunday night dinners which ended in a challenge. It was something on the order of, "Well, if you really mean it that you'd give it all up to travel, then why don't you?" We would quit our jobs (Sherri was at Boeing and I worked in a Seattle recording studio) and travel for nearly a year, backpacking in every wilderness area our little pick-up truck came across. We lived on bean burritos, open windows, and a squirt gun in lieu of air-conditioning. We made it through relatively intact as a couple, and have been together ever since.
When the kids came along, Sherri was adamant that they would learn to travel and, in so doing, would learn about the world in a way most people miss. After moving to a small college town in Ohio, we began to make our summers into rambling road trips on our way to visit the James Family cattle ranch on the Columbia River. That brings us to here.
We Wilsons enjoy music, the outdoors, forest restoration work on our farm, travel, meals with friends, PBS, Slamwich
, popcorn, the screend-in porch, Independent
films, home improvement, walking around our town, and Donkey Coffee
on Sunday morning. We're aware that there are few things better than dinner with our friends (affectionately known as "the gang") over a small campfire, with ample warm conversation and cold beverages.