Camping with Romilly

I have extremely fond memories of camping from my childhood.  I think it may have defined a very large part of the person I have become today.  It was also one of the things that attracted me to Scott, his adventuresome nature and love for the outdoors.  When Romilly was born last year I wasn't sure we'd ever get to go out and camp again.  Since we left Seattle, camping has proven increasingly difficult as it is, with our most loved spots farther on the map than they once were and the new Eastern camping provinces proving to be a bit hard for us to adapt to (where are all the trees?). 

This past few weeks we decided it was time to bite the bullet and "cram" a few weekend trips under our belt before another summer passed us by and we found ourselves shut in for the winter.  So, armed with our handy Delorme Map of Washington we picked some likely spots and chose for our first trip Mount Rainier Park.  Or rather Scott chose, I was hands off on the first trip, letting him make all the arrangments and planning.  I was skeptical; I felt that was a bit too far to drive.  I should have consulted the map ages ago! How close the park is to us now, even when compared to living on the West side of the Cascades.  A mere two and half hour drive put us at Ohanapecosh Campground and we proceeded to spend a delightful weekend with our lovely daughter adventuring around the old Mount, wandering up to Sunrise and through the thick, green-veiled canopy of The Grove of the Patriarchs.  I can't wait for next summer; perhaps we can convince some of Romilly's aunts and uncles to join us for a similar adventure in this wonderful National Park.

~Treebeard~

~What a Delicate Web We Weave~

~Mountaineers~