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Point Defiance State Park

Today Lance and I got a picnic lunch packed for us and the girls (and their good friend Kylee, who is our fourth daughter it seems) and we went to Point Defiance State Park over on the sound. Soooo beautiful. First we ate lunch, then Allison helped her sister up the hill.

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Then Lance climbed up to join them.
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Later as we were driving through the park, we came across a cute baby racoon by the side of the road.

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A mile or so further on, we came to another. A mile further down another. All in all, there were four of them, in broad daylight just sitting there. I got quite close to them and soooo wanted to touch them, but knew better. I took a gazillion shots of them.

Here's Ally and Ashley and Kylee and Lance over looking the water.
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We went to a little park further into the park and the girls played and played.

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It was a really wonderful time and we plan on going back a lot this summer!


  1. You know in all my years I have never actually seen a live raccoon. I've seen the paw prints (usually around my garbage cans) and of course the road kill, this are much cuter. Looks like a fun trip!

  2. I've just been over to that racoon's blog to see what he said about you.
    Very incisive.

  3. point defiance is so cool...i remember taking the Amazon there when she was small and watching people fly these huge radio controlled gliders off the bluffs there.
    racoons are much cuter than scody old possums. of course we tend to see more possums (mostly flattened) because they are also much dumber than racoons.

  4. Pamela, you are scaring me with pictures of people who appear to be able look at the camera while simultaneously overlook the water that is behind them.

  5. Are you on holiday or do you do this sort of thing every day of the week?

  6. Sketchy, I adore racoons, they are quite beautiful. We have them all over here, but they are nocturnal and generally not seen during daylight hours. The fact that there were four of them, sitting in different locations along the road leads me to believe they have been unionized and are now learning how to beg for food while people are up and about.

    Vicus, racoons adore me. Ask any of them.

    FN, we see a lot of flat possum pizzas on the roadways around here too. They are slow moving creatures to be sure. Never corner one! They have nasty sharp pointy fangs!

    Richard, the water was a safe distance away and there was a safety rail. We tried to get the children to get closer, but they were on to us by them.

    Cherry pie, the children are out of school for the summer so we take little day trips around to keep them from whining about being bored to death all the time. We do have some trips planned this summer, but not till later.


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