The New Year came in with a promise of so many things, normal, until the phone rang. It was not good news. As my husband and I listened to the conversation on the other end of the line, we hurriedly threw some clothes in a suitcase, a toothbrush that I think was mine, some small bottles of shampoo from a previous trip, and the dog, and jumped in the car headed to Quilcene, Wash. It was a trip t...