"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
"But will we have time to stop at Tillamook?" I asked Bryce this question numerous times leading up to our departure for our Oregon Coast road trip. We would be driving from our home in Seattle to Florence, Oregon for a week getaway before Christmas. I was adamant that we stop in Tillamook at the… Continue reading Always stop for cheese
A few years ago if you had asked me what my "travel goals" were, it would be going to new cities and/or countries. I'm not one of those people who has any desire to visit all the countries in the world. (Let's be real, that would be cool, but that also would take a lot… Continue reading This looks familiar
She stared at us from inside her presumably heated car as we walked by in rain gear and a rain cover over the baby's stroller. Saying it was pouring rain would have been an understatement. It was dumping buckets sideways. We had just parked in the lot for the Heceta Lighthouse in Florence, Oregon. It… Continue reading Torrential rain won’t stop us
"Maybe we'll find some sand dollars," I said to Bryce as we left out campsite and walked to the beach. It was around 7:30 in the morning and while it wasn't exactly low tide, the tide was still fairly low. We were camping at Cape Lookout State Park on the Oregon Coast. I had spent… Continue reading To the Oregon Coast!
"Are you lactose intolerant, Kristin?" As I have gotten older, I am asked this question more frequently. (Most recently, even from my own brother!) There's no way I am lactose intolerant. I eat yogurt with granola for breakfast almost every day. I drink a glass of milk with dinner when I'm at my parents' house.… Continue reading Will travel for cheese
Birds chirping at 5 in the morning that wake you up. The evergreen trees swaying in the wind. Clear blue lakes and rivers. Mountains beyond mountains. The sound of laughter nearby. It looked like I could have been home in Seattle, or just outside of Seattle. But, in fact, I was more than 300 miles… Continue reading Not too far, but far enough
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