The Coast

I feel like there should be a lot to tell about the trip we took to the Olympic Peninsula this year... and really, there is. Allison, Pablo and Maya joined Avery, Geneva and me for four days of camping on the very edge of the continent, and it was spectacular. So spectacular, in fact, that I don't really know what to say. Describing the crumbling sea stacks, the bright mist, the living greens of the forest and water would not do them any kind of justice. Likewise, the time spent among truly good people loses something in the retelling. There were hikes and naps and chats around the campfire, but mostly there was a sense-- at least, for me-- that it didn't really matter what we were doing. It was enough just to be in the beauty of the world with friends who know who you are and like you that way.

 The pictures we brought back with us can give you an idea of where we went and what we saw. As for the peace and camaraderie... well, come with us next time!

Pablo, Allison, Maya, and Avery descending a headland

Driftwood see-saw

Pablo and Maya, teetering and tottering

One beach south of our campsite

Family

The locals

A patch of blue sky

Sandy Geneva

Maya and Geneva share a kiss

Maya practicing her steps

Roughhousing with Daddy

Avery and his girl

Geneva, amidst the rocks and driftwood

Kisses

Sharing

Raccoon tracks

Maya sleeping while Pablo navigates a tricky climb

A quiet cove

Pablo washing dishes in the surf

Allison and Maya running to help

A bucket full of treasures

A bucket full of Geneva

Hiking out

Geneva and me on the ferry home