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Mud Mountain

Today we had the best time. Nothing was planned, it just happened. A friend from Shoreline spent two nights here (a friend of the children) and needed a ride to Bonney Lake, so hubby and the two younger girls went with us to drop him off. Drop him off we did, then we took a little drive.

What? You took a drive after spending untold hours in the vehicle driving all over the west?

Yes, yes I did. And loved it. We were heading towards Chinnook Pass, where all those snowy pictures were taken a few days ago, but veered off on roads less traveled and found the most delightful little park at a place called Mud Mountain Recreational Area. The girls loved the place and so did we. There was this amazingly steep trail down to who knows where (we were not equiped with the right shoes to do some hiking) and I snapped this picture of Lance waaaaaay down at the end of a switch back. You might just be able to make him out down there.

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Then we went back up to the park proper where the girls waded around in the pool for a bit. They wanted to go in all the way, but again we'd left home unprepared for such activities so all they were allowed to do was wade and get their shorts wet a bit.

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Here's a picture of hubby and the girls.

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And since you complain that you never ever see me in a photo, here's one with me and Ashley that Allison took with my cell phone camera. In fact all these were taken with my cell phone camera as again, we were unprepared. Also, Ashley looks agitated because she was upset that we refused to purchase her a can of soda from the machines there at the park. She got over it when we bought milkshakes on the way home.

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And our last picture of the day, Allison with her head out the window enjoying the wind in her hair.
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And now we're off to get the house clean in preparation for a family birthday party tomorrow for Allison. Wheeeeeeee!


  1. Turnabout's fair play, I suppose . . . .

  2. Yay! I knew you'd post yours if I posted mine.

    My awful newspaper byline picture is on my column website. Bleck.

    Love your picture!

  3. we love these pictures of you and will take them whenever we can... and you know, i love these pics of your kids by the car window with the world going by.....hey fronty, is that you looking all responsible???

  4. I'm responsible for nuthin' :8^D

  5. Pammy, looking forward to the slide show.

  6. So when is everyone coming to visit for the slide show and duct taping of vicus extravaganza?

  7. you say duct tape, i'm there!

  8. Being unprepared is the most dazzling of life's beauty, Pam.

    The pic of you hugging Allison is enough to make anyone's day.

  9. You are so sweet. Thank you.


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