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It’s the outdoors. I need them. Which is why I’ve camped multiple times with the kids these last several summers even when Troy couldn’t come. I’ve lasted a night on a leaky air mattress with Silas and noted with crushed hips that only one of us was still off the ground by morning. I’ve packed coolers, […]

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Little Mashel Falls Trail

If you can make it to Pack Forest in Eatonville, WA, then you’re almost there. In fact, your GPS will say you are there. It’ll even say you’re at the trailhead. Which is where you want to be. Only you’ll look north, south, east, west and even under your car and realize that there is […]

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Sequalitchew Creek Trail

You might need a pronunciation guide for this trail–Se-qual-it-chew. That, and a map to find DuPont. Then, too, if you can catch the rarest thing in western Washington these days–a sunny, 45 degree morning–like we did, this is the place you want to be. Because all that rain has to amount to something. Somewhere. And […]

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It’s the getting there that’ll rattle the teeth right out of your head. Fifteen miles of dust-eating behind a weekend’s worth of cars bouncing at ten mph on a wash-boarded gravel road gouged with pot holes. For the sake of a moment in nature. With everyone else. It’ll seem ridiculous. Because it is ridiculous. Until two hours into […]

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Peace in the Saddle

There is something about throwing on a pair of tennis shoes and hefting your weight up Saddle Rock. It just never gets old. I mean, our knees and hips…those things are audibly creaking. But the beauty… God’s beauty. It’s worth every shin splint. Back when I wore a black Timex even to church, that year after […]

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Back in the Saddle

I’ll admit, it doesn’t look like much. From this angle. Crusty hills with a few power lines. But this is Saddle Rock…one of the jewels of Wenatchee. And since last summer when we stood in this same spot, things have changed. Like this sign. And the two beside it. Which say that Saddle Rock, an […]

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Silver Falls 2012

Probably more accurate than the yellow pencil-marked wall in our kitchen is the Silver Falls sign thirty miles up the Entiat River Road we stand in front of each summer and mark for growth. Subconsciously, of course. Here’s for this year. And here’s from last. Where they look so… tiny. What we like about this […]

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Hiking to High Hut

It’s the trail head. But I’ll tell ya…by the time our small circus found this sign, we’d already turned the van around twice, doubted the map, read the map upside down and worried that the last pot hole might have left part of the van behind. But here it is.  The sweet trail head sign. […]

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Hugo Peak Trail

We were still rummaging in the parking lot for the right stuff to cram in the back pack–sunblock, a bunch of water, snacks for the starving, and emergency TP disguised as paper towels–when we looked at our son. Who stood there in flip flops.  At the trail head.  Because he brought no other shoes. None. […]

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Silver Falls 2011

A year ago I stood in the same shorts I was wearing yesterday.  With the same kids.  In front of the same sign. This was then. And this was yesterday. I think the kids are taller.  Weird. Whatever it was about Silver Falls last year, it left an impression on these two.  And they yammered […]

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