#wenatcheerules
Yep. It's a hashtag I sometimes use, so I'm using it now. Because it's true. This is the view when we go trail running.
Open forest of fir and larch with a backdrop of the Cascades, still snow-covered in June. Some balsam root still in bloom. Signs of a forest fire, years ago. A single-track trail.
This was one of our I-run-then-you-run runs. Coming back from mine, I found K and S a mile from the car at our usual lunch spot. After scarfing down the wraps she made, K headed off while Squish sat on my lap. He wanted to finish his own lunch. There were M&Ms in it for him after all.
K is the tiny blue dot in the upper-ish left in these two photos. Then coming back herself after a few respectable miles, while I played with the Little.
The larch, and the forest were looking good.
When we met up again, we walked the mile together back to the car. Then home, for espresso.
… While our country is falling apart at the seams, we enjoy the simple things. It's not lost on K and I the sadness, the truth that not all of us can enjoy the simple things. The trees and the forest, the birds. The mountains. The quiet.
… During all of this, our little three year old pooped in the woods today without any issue whatsoever. We joked he may have in fact found it kind of fun. He's gonna be all right, we think.
Open forest of fir and larch with a backdrop of the Cascades, still snow-covered in June. Some balsam root still in bloom. Signs of a forest fire, years ago. A single-track trail.
This was one of our I-run-then-you-run runs. Coming back from mine, I found K and S a mile from the car at our usual lunch spot. After scarfing down the wraps she made, K headed off while Squish sat on my lap. He wanted to finish his own lunch. There were M&Ms in it for him after all.
K is the tiny blue dot in the upper-ish left in these two photos. Then coming back herself after a few respectable miles, while I played with the Little.
The larch, and the forest were looking good.
… While our country is falling apart at the seams, we enjoy the simple things. It's not lost on K and I the sadness, the truth that not all of us can enjoy the simple things. The trees and the forest, the birds. The mountains. The quiet.
… During all of this, our little three year old pooped in the woods today without any issue whatsoever. We joked he may have in fact found it kind of fun. He's gonna be all right, we think.
