Last weekend we took our 11th trip to camp on the coast of Olympic National Park. You can see all the photos or I'll try and hit the high points below:
Watching the ferry arrive which will start our trip.
Theo hiked the entire 1.5 miles in on his own. He was super-excited about the entire camping trip.
Vivian ponders the small campfire we started. Note she's standing just shy of the rocks we laid out as the official boundary line to keep back from.
Theo had a great time in the hammock.
Vivian learned to log roll on the sand. Straight into the ocean. (Why, yes, that water is awfully close to her at the end.)
Theo had a great time poking anomones.
Taking a lesson from last year's trip (where we locked Theo in the tent by himself under the mistaken assumption he'd sing himself to sleep like he does at home), we prepared by allowing him to stay up as late as he wanted (ideally to around sunset) and then going into the tent with him. Ironically right at the usual bedtime he started claiming he wanted to go to bed. Despite appearances, he's actually delighted in this photo. In a cruel twist of fate, he treated the tent as a bounce house until all hours of the night; I actually fell asleep sometime after 10pm, before him, and woke up to find him face down on a mat. Meanwhile Vivian generally just nursed all night long.
Theo's late night didn't result in a late morning, so he was tired and unable to hike out in the morning. Despite the previous day's glorious weather (some of the best we've ever had on this trip, complete with a clear blue sky) it was raining in the morning so Sarah had to sherpa both children out.
By the time we arrived in Port Angeles, however, the weather had cleared up (the coast is notoriously rainy) and the kids had a lovely time on a playground.
Theo playing Wheels on the Bus on a kazoo on the way home. The audio quality in the video is sub-par; he was doing a very impressive job.
Drying two tents in our backyard after the trip.