And into the forest I go; to lose my mind and find my soul."John Muir Olympic National Park has been a favorite vacation we have taken with our kids. It was also one of the most challenging to plan, because the peninsula is so large, and we had no idea where to stay or which … Continue reading Visiting Olympic National Park with kids
Category: Travel
Really old graffiti.
My good friend texted this phrase this morning: “Life has been relentless this month.” Relentless. Do you feel that way? In the past two weeks, our family has had a health scare, a back injury, and two Covid exposures with all the resulting contingency plans. Nothing catastrophic, but I resonated with the word “relentless” when … Continue reading Really old graffiti.
Beholding vs. consuming
Consuming a moment. I tried to consume a moment last week, and save it for later. We were on vacation on the Pacific coast of Washington, in Olympic National Park. It was late morning on a Wednesday, and we wanted to get to a beach for low tide. We hoped to maybe see a starfish. … Continue reading Beholding vs. consuming
“I think I’m gonna like it here!” – Annie
When was the last time you encountered something that was way better than you expected? A few weeks ago, we were in Southwest Florida, and decided to visit Lighthouse Beach on Sanibel Island. We entered the tiny parking lot at Lighthouse Beach, to a line of cars driving around and around in a slow circle … Continue reading “I think I’m gonna like it here!” – Annie
Memory Makers, Part 2. Out West.
"Keep close to Nature's heart, yourself; and break clear away once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean."- John Muir So far, our “out west” National Park vacation has been our biggest, best family memory – confirmed by both of us and all three … Continue reading Memory Makers, Part 2. Out West.
Memory Makers, Part 1.
It is Christmas morning in the early 1980’s. My older sister Chriss and I are in our long winter nightgowns and bedhead, surrounded by mint-green wrapping paper, halfway through the presents under the tree. Dad’s coffee is steaming in his hands, and Mom walks into the living room with Pillsbury cinnamon rolls and a stack … Continue reading Memory Makers, Part 1.