Singin in the Rain: Road Trip to The Strait of Juan de Fuca

Unfortunately this smiley face would end up being quite elusive over the next 24 hours of our road trip, which made things quite trying, but by the second day she had adjusted her little self to the camping lifestyle and was more happy, which made us much more happy.

Three peas in a pod.

Hiding behind bullets in a WWII Bunker found at Salt Creek Campground. The kids loved it.

Liv, giving us a tour of the bunker.

It was all fun and games, until she got up close to the dear, and it looked at her, then it was get back to Mom as quietly and quickly as possible.

Sister Love

My Sweetest Girl in the Whole World

Trolls crossing bridges

The road trip to Cape Flattery, which is the very tippy tip of the North West point of the United States of America, was windy, and long, but the trail was absolutely awesome, with little stumps and rocks and bridges leading the way to the end of the continent.

At the edge of the world.

It's gorgeous.

And so is she.

Brown Family at the edge of the continent.

The little island off of the edge of the continent.

Alas, our pack mule.

Alas our mule pack.

Don't get me wrong, she did do some work. In fact she would have done more if we had the patience. She was a doll on the trail. Trying to be so big and hike like the big kids. Don't you love her socks and pretty sandals? Yea, note to self, get Ruby some hiking shoes.

My favorite part about the whole dad gum thing was all the gorgeous trees. So many twisty, turny, branches and trunks. I loved it.

I took this picture from a little hide out Liv showed me behind where we were camping. I had no idea it was here until Liv showed me. Before getting to this spot I had to wack my way through a trail of bushes, then I came across what looked like a little dry ground beaver dam, built by my two oldest to make their hideout look disguised. They let me walk over the dam and through the rest of the trail until we scaled a little cliff and found came to this look out where we perched behind some tree branches on the side of the bluff overlooking a huge bald eagle in flight and this gorgeous scene. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It made all the Ruby squackin, no sleeping, cold wind, and general camp grumpiness in me all worth it. It's truly a moment I had with Liv and W that I'll never forget I hope. Watching that eagle sore over the still water with those magestic rocks int he back ground. Ah. Words can't describe. This is why we do hard things with four kids in tow, so that we, and they can experience moments like this.

Craggles on the still

Don't ask me why I took this picture, because I have a HUGE fetish and sort of phobia of slivers and craggly wood. I guess it was the cool twisty branches and roots that made me snap it.

A close up of their look out.

More craggleys.

Beach combing loot at fort Warden, a quick stop we made on our way home. It is in Port Townsend and is filled with tons of Bunkers, and a beach, and lots of cool things to explore.

Ferry Ride home from Bainbridge to Seattle was the highlight for every one, but Buster, who was too exhausted from the camp out to even so much as bat an eye at the huge wake put out by the ferry boat.