Somebody (not naming names) was having a big birthday. That person (not even giving you a gender-specific pronoun) was having a minor mid-life crisis. Since that person (this is hard) wasn't likely to buy a sports car, but was likely to hide in the woods the other half of Moosefish agreed to flee civilization and even go on a few hikes. (Whew. I was sure I was going to expose the birthday person's identity.)
So Amy and I went to the Lake Quinault Lodge. It's kind of a compromise between backpacking and the Four Seasons. We saw the worlds biggest Sitka Spruce and scouted campgrounds for the summer. Even though we were in a rainforest it wasn't raining even one tiny drop.
Well, not until the second day when it poured. A true rainforest dumping. Undeterred, we toured the peninsula and explored the tide pools on Ruby Beach.
The final day, it started snowing. That's when we knew it was time to head home.
In between, we ate too much, slept too late, and played card games. Yes. That's how old we have become. One of us more than the other.
