To me, nothing says resilient like the remnants of old buildings. I was struck by this time and again when we were on St. John this last spring. The shells of old sugar plantations litter the countryside, easily discovered by those willing to go a little off the beaten path. To tread down forgotten trails to witness the once vibrant but sobering history of this little island. Resilient…a nod to both buildings and the humans who once toiled there.
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Welcome to Tales from the Upper Left! I’m an Oregonian by birth, and a Washingtonian (upper left...get it?) by choice. I share my life with a husband named Jonathan and a cat named Colby Jack (he’s orange...like cheese). I dabble in photography (passionate hobbyist), hike when the opportunity arises, drink wine whenever the mood strikes me and travel not often enough. Predictable Washington blog? Nah. I promise! View all posts by LaNae