North up highway 9, hang left to Darrington and then into the deep dark forest until Tom Porters Cabin (1887) in Rockport for a Skagit rafting trip.
The crew were ready, as too was John, our superb river guide.
Sorry Jessica – John got first prize in the hat competition. Fay’s only managed a close second.
For added fun the flumps also joined our merry gang on the raft. Seen here with Dad: Pootle (striped hat) and Perkin (black hat).
As ever when it’s not chucking it down, the scenery in this part of the work is awe-inspiring.
And the Eagles are pretty impressive too.