Hunting for blackberries
Wiping out in the Pacific surf
Clearing beach access
Beach olympics: shown here the javelin qualifying event
Hide and seek
watching the world pass gently by on second beach
All buckled up for a trip to the Olympic Peninsula
It was blowing hard as we crossed the sound on Walla Walla
wiser heads spent the crossing inside.
Traffic was a tad backed up, but luckily it looks like the accident wasn’t nearly as bad as the rumors had suggested.
We stopped off at the aptly named Storm King Ranger Station. It was chucking it down.
This picture is especially noteworthy since taking it delayed our departure…
…putting us behind the extraordinary wide load (again!) and therefore is slow stop-start traffic around Lake Crescent.
But the view from the cabins on the beach at La Push was worth it.
Safety harness at the Hiram M. Chittenden locks with a clever mechanism to bypass the posts that secure the wire without disconnecting the harness.
It’s that time of year again, a trip to the locks to watch boats…
and to sit and watch the world pass by.
Family getaway weekend (part II).
Last year was such a great experience that we headed back up Highway 9 to the North Cascades Institute with Team-Whitty-Waelend for some outdoor education and relaxation.
R&H; did sterling work as TeamFred…
…and R wasn’t too shabby with the group shot either!
[PS: Comments should be working again now]
183 is the South Spur route (aka the dog route) from cold creek camp ground up Mount Adams.
The spring flowers were out in abundance around 7,000ft…
…but the landscape soon dried out.
The hike in gave us some time to practice poses for the summit photo…
…and to see how tall Martin is.
The first snow field was a welcome change from rocks and gravel
but it didn’t half go on, and on, and on
until eventually we reached the lunch counter @ just over 9,000ft and found a stone wall to pitch the tent behind (out of the wind so long as you kept below 2ft) and a sunset above the clouds…
…which made for good piccy’s :-)
Next day was a slow sicky slog up past piker’s peak…
…to the top
where a miners hut remains,
and then a more rapid decent, pausing for views of St Helens and Mount Hood in the distance.
Enormous thanks to Chris and Martin for getting us all up and down safe and sound.
Fort Stevens State Park had all sorts of fun stuff for the boys to climb on and in, stuff that was built to defend the Columbia River over the last 100 years or so.
Getting a piccy of all of them was, well, difficult.