There are some things that are awesome about living in the Pacific Northwest. It's crazy to say that I lived for 18 years in Portland and have lived in Seattle for 14 months and haven't visited Mt Rainer yet. It was amazing. We drove with Jan and Dean and the kids this morning and spent the day exploring and doing little hikes and then headed home in time for dinner. Why haven't we done this before?
It started off a little reminiscent of our last outdoor adventure with cool, cloudy weather.
Erin loved exploring the trees and the lush, damp forest. Her favorite part was the circa 1870 log cabin in the woods.
Up at Paradise, the sun was out and it was considerably warmer and we took another short hike. Matt got to wear Nora to keep her from pulling my hair. She's brutal.
Grandpa and Erin discussing the vistas and the altimeter.
Erin checking out the flora (Matt taught her flora vs fauna).
Matt, Nora and Mt Rainer
The Myrtle Falls.
Silly Erin and silly Grandma
Silly Erin and Jan and Dean
Nora in the pack, "cold." She also now says Grandpa, sit, Erin, truck, si, agua, bye-bye and banana. The girl is still full of personality.
Matt on his throne. Too bad we still don't feel the need to worship him.
Our day was great. We did have a little scare with Erin when she tripped and fell head first into a boulder and split her scalp open. LOTS of blood, but the cut was small and didn't need anything to keep it closed. The trauma was mostly solved with ice cream and but she did ask me later why I made her trip into the rock. What? I have a feeling I'm going to come out the villain in this story as she tells everyone what happened. Ah four year olds and magical thinking. What is truth really?