It is so different in Yakima!!! Wow. A 3 hr car trip over the montains and I land in a desert valley. There are no trees and the landscape is dominated by sagebrush. I don't think I've ever seen sagebrush before now.
The sun is starting to hurt my fair skin again. In Seattle, the sun just kissed it, but didn't hurt or burn at all. Now it glares at my milk complexion, as though only dark skinned people are allowed here. And there is an abundance of dark skinned people. I can't believe how many migrant workers come up this far to pick grapes or peaches or apples for nearly nothing. I'm staying at a winery at the moment, and I feel sorry for the men working on the hot roof. I may bring cold water out to them later. The poverty startles me, and the way everyone ignores it hurts me even more deeply.
The family picnic went well; I love the Curry side of my family. They are open and honest and quick witted. I'm back north for another picnic of a sort on Saturday.
Tell me; is it wrong to fall in love with your cousin?
Don't judge too harshly, but what if something just connects, and your soulmate is your 3rd cousin? Should you deny love just because of the title?


MY WILD LOVE WENT RIDING