I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.
–Henry David Thoreau
Last June (2017), Larry and I met my three daughters in Olympic National Park.
From the “Better-Late-than-Never” school of blogging, here are some pictures.
The girls and I did 20-mile backpack while Larry stayed in camp to fish and read.
After the backpack trip, we reunited with Larry and camped near Lake Quinault.
In a bout of insanity, the girls convinced me to do a 26-mile day hike into Enchanted Valley. The trail follows the East Fork of the Quinault River.
I was going to abruptly end this post right here, but Larry says I need a better ending, something about how wonderful it was to spend time with my daughters and how fantastic it is to have them (and my son!) in my life. They’re all adults now and pals with each other and pals with me. It is all so amazing and one of the best parts of my life.
But the blog ending I most want to write for Larry is this: