"I'm not doing a hike with the word 'misery' in the trail name!" I said to Bryce as I carried our 20-pound baby on my back. We had just crossed the footbridge over the river at Smith Rock State Park and the trail sign in front of us was for Misery Ridge Trail. There were… Continue reading Baby’s first canyon hike
"What was that?" he shouted. "Something just brushed up against my elbow!" "Ohhh, I think that was my hair!" I shouted back to our friend amongst the loud crowd. "Just like we haven't been to a game in more than two years, I also haven't gotten a hair cut in more than two years!" Despite… Continue reading Our first 90 minutes out
Salty air. Sunday sun. Waves crashing. Dogs barking. Kids laughing. Small dead crabs strewn about. Deep green seaweed scattered about. Barnacle-covered rocks. White sea foam. Her first beach walk at low tide. Well, "walk." She's not walking on her own quite yet.