As with all things, once the child's needs had been met, he was more than merry to meet ours. Satisfied with the new crab haul from the beach and an afternoon of stream hopping, he happily agreed to go to an old growth grove. Exactly what E had been dreaming of, for years...
It was almost dusk, brisk in the shadows and frustratingly impossible to photograph. I was torn between documenting and reveling. These trees were mind boggling. The silence and space were beyond words.
P found one tree he was determined to live in. He carefully described how he would rig a stove, where he'd attach the water bucket that would be fed by the stream below... He was adorably shocked when he realized we wouldn't actually be doing this ;)
Our super cute kitsch lodging that night. We hiked so late we almost had to sleep in the car, everything was booked up but this. I can't even express the sheer joy of finding a bed when you think you may be scrunched in the filthy back seat, kicked by a five year old, all the chilly night ;)
A well rested Little Man, the next morning.
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