Friends in the Olympics
It was Wyatt's first hike and camp out and he seemed to really enjoy it. Of course, he is happier outdoors than in, and by all indications he really liked riding in the backpack for the hike. Byron got his workout lugging our 20-plus-pound baby a mile and a half up about 1,000 feet to the top of Hurricane Hill at 5,757 feet elevation. I just had to haul myself, which was work enough. But it was all worth it because from the top we could see Vancouver Island, the Olympic Range, and Mt. Baker and the Cascades. Byron took the panoramic photo, above, of the Olympics. All of us but Wyatt came home with lots of mosquito bites. Go figure.
We joined our friends at their Lake Crescent camp site for the night and enjoyed an evening of good food and conversation. I even got to make s'mores over the campfire. Wy, Byron and I all slept pretty well, and we stayed warm and dry, making it an unqualified success in my book.
|Sam, Debbie, Rachel, and Layla|
|Wy riding in the backpack under his blanket for shade|
|Alpine lupine and snow-in-the-summer blooming on Hurricane Hill|
|Wy, staying warm in his smart wool socks, etc.|
|Tent with a view of the lake|
|Hanging in the tent|
|New buddies: Rachel and Wyatt|