little black journal

Summer Camp Part 2 took place at Camano Island – I’ve booked a site at this campground for the past three years, but have cancelled in prior years due to weather or soccer or packing fatigue (camp trip prep loses is luster come end of August…).  But this was the year!  We loaded up our Forester the day after school got out and made the relatively quick drive up to the island.  Isaac and I got right to exploring the “amenities” while Shane and Juliette set up the tent.  Isaac always makes quick work of figuring out the fastest route to the nearest bathroom and water spigot.

We ate our tried-and-true first night tacos and then bee-lined down to the beach, as the mosquitos were thick at our site.

The beach, though!  Not a bug in sight.  Just rocks, surf, sun.

Prime PNW!

Isaac will enter any driftwood fort without a single thought to stability.  Juliette, though, likes to give the roofline a good look before she settles in.

All clear.

We lingered for awhile, none-too-eager to return to the bugs up the hill.

Eventually, though, s’mores were requested, so we headed back for dessert and fireside books.  The skeeters were still at it, so we zipped ourselves into our tent before nightfall.  I don’t mind an early turn-in!

We breakfasted at our site the next morning, but then we set up second camp at the beach, partly because of the bugs, but also because…beauty.

We tossed rocks and hunted for crabs and colored on shells.  We largely had the place to ourselves.

This is the kind of magic that happens when the iPads are left at home…

Eventually we packed it up and headed into town to look for a place to watch the US-Australia World Cup game.  The rule about no-screens-on-camp-trips has its exceptions…

We did a little more exploring on the island after the game and then went back to our tent for an afternoon siesta.

The concept of “quiet time” is still very hard for Isaac, but Juliette is usually up for playing along with his tent shenanigans.

Once it became clear that the walls of our tent could no longer contain this kid’s boundless energy…to the beach!

Again, we set up second camp near the water, and again felt like we had this piece of paradise to ourselves.

Beach bits tic-tac-toe…Juliette really upped the ante on resourcefulness!

We snapped a family pic to memorialize our perfect evening and as we loaded our cooler in the car to head back to the site, Shane asked, “What if…we just packed it all up and drove home tonight?”  I resisted at first, as I’m not in the business of camp trip single-nighters, but when we considered the fact that there was zero traffic on the route home at 9 pm and that we could enjoy our breakfast the morning sans moquitoes, the deal was sealed.

Let’s get outta here.

Clean sheets and a sleep-in, still with a collection of solid gold beachside memories?  Nailed it.

Summer!  Slipping through our fingers way too fast, like every year, but I’m facing the end of my favorite season with the comforting sense that we relished the heck out of these last couple of months.  We swam and we played and we camped.  Oh, we camped.  Summer Camp 2026 started with a June weekend at Deception Pass.  It was just me and Isaac again, as Juliette had a soccer tournament that overlapped with our Deception Pass reso (three years running) and I leaned into the sweetness of what’s become our annual mama-son weekend in the woods.

I picked up Isaac a little early from preschool and we rolled up to our site on a sunny Friday afternoon.  He scoped out the local fauna and worked on his Junior Ranger packet while I unloaded the car.

We made quick work of setting up camp…

And then, to the beach!

We knew the water would be cold, but still, we had to dip our toes in for an official confirmation.

We’ve figured out all the best places to scramble and climb at this little stretch where West Beach meets North Beach.

Take a load off, Buddy…

We scooted back to camp for tacos and s’mores.

Isaac needs less supervision year by year, but I still stayed real close while he “helped” chop wood.

He loves a good mallow…

But can’t stand the sticky fingers.

We finished eating and cleanup just in time to catch the sunset.  To the beach!

We zipped ourselves into our tent, wiggled into our sleeping bags, read a couple of books, and then it was lights OUT.

Saturday started with a game of hopscotch on the way to the bathroom…

Roadside salmon berries…

And muffins with hot chocolate.

Then, you know it…TO THE BEACH.

We took the long, slow route back to camp because this trail along North Beach is magic during the morning golden hour.

Back on the sand, we scouted the crabs and anemones and mussels.  Isaac was enamoured with each little creature, exclaiming “Mama!  We’re finding such cool stuffs!”  We sure were, Buddy.

This kid, grinning back at me over his shoulder with one foot on his scooter, challenging me to a race.  Freeze framing in my mind forever.

Back at camp, Isaac got cute while I made our second breakfast.

Full belly, big smiles.  I wish I could remember what was so funny…

We eventually traded our pajamas for real clothes and drove over to Bowman Bay for a hike.  Isaac was sidetracked by the playground and so I took a seat on a sunny bench and let him play.  He was determined to make it from one end of this climbing structure to the other without touching the ground, but slipped off this last log time and time again.

On the tenth try, though, he nailed it.

Unfettered pride.

Playground conquered, we set out on our hike.

The Lighthouse Point Trail is a perfect mix of beach, woods, and overlooks.  Isaac trekked the 2.5 miles like a little mountain goat.

Quick goldfish break…

And then the final dash back to the car.  We made great time, because…

ICE CREAM.  This boy earned his scoop from Lopez Island Creamery.

Little rascal ate most of his ice cream and then decided he really wanted to trade his huckleberry cone for my guava one.  I’m a sucker.

Isaac fell asleep on the way back to camp and slumped onto my shoulder when I lifted him out of the car.  We settled in for an epic afternoon tent nap.

And then happy hour at the beach, because there’s no better place to rub the sleep from your eyes.

Cheers, Zig Zag.

Juice box, cars, warm sand, sun…life is so, so good.

We popped by the amphitheatre on our way back to camp to say high to the Ranger and make a salmon hat.

We ate dinner and while I would have been thrilled to hit the hay, Isaac was still buzzing with the energy imbued from his long nap.  We headed out for one more scoot…  We hadn’t yet explored the trail near Cranberry Lake, but the long, paved stretch looked like prime scootering territory.

It delivered.

We decided on a beach detour for sunset (and an intricate game of pretend in which I was Bowser and Isaac was Mario).

Isaac (Mario) put me in jail several times over, wielding a stick sword when I threatened to escape.  I played along despite my desire to just sit quietly on a log and watch the sunset, because…how many more years do I have to play in his imaginary world?  Not enough.

One last scoot…

With a handful of stops along the way to watch the sky change colors.  Summer rocks.

I was pooped by nightfall, but Isaac most certainly was not (still riding that nap wave!), so I gave him the lantern and a coloring book, closed my eyes, and woke 30 minutes later to the sound of him putting his papers away, because finally he was ready for bed.  I thanked him profusely for letting me get a head start on my Z’s.

We were eager on Sunday morning to get back to Shane and Juliette, but that Cranberry Lake trail felt worthy of one last pass.

A little more driftwood jail time…

He really looks like he’s surveying his domain here.  King of West Beach.

And back to camp for a record speed pack-up.  Time to head home.  Mission: Kick-Off-Summer accomplished, with flying colors.

I’ve got some catching up to do around here!  We’ll start with our annual MLK snow-cation back in January.  We opted for Suncadia again this year, but mixed it up a bit by staying in a house rather than at the lodge.  And the house turned out to be a veritable party pad, complete with a ping pong table and a hot tub and a post-holiday Christmas tree, to boot.

We didn’t get the fresh powder we always hope for, but still, waking up to any version of snow on the ground on Saturday morning was a thrill for the kids.

But before sledding, gaming.

And then the outdoors called.  Our house was right on the golf course with easy access to several sled-ready hills.

Giddy up, Isaac!

The snowball situation was dicey, as each ‘snowball’ Isaac picked up was actually a loose chunk of packed-hard ice, but I told him very gentle tosses were ok.

Did he listen?  Kind of.

Best to stick to sledding.

And tag.

We visit this little pond every year and every year Shane terrifies Juliette by stepping out onto the ice, which was of particularly questionable thickness this time around.

Isaac was also wary.

But Papa couldn’t resist.

Juliette really can’t stand her dad’s shenanigans sometimes.  She was convinced he’d crash through the ice like Amy March in Little Women and she couldn’t bear to even look at him.

Clearly, he felt terrible about it.

Amends were made.

We made it to the lodge for coffee and smoothies and cozied up on the window seat while Shane walked back to the house to get the car and pick us up.

We spent the afternoon reading and napping.  My favorite part of vacation.

Plus, HOT TUB.

This picture might be more Isaac than any photo I’ve ever taken.

Isaac rose bright-eyed and bushy-tailed on Sunday morning and played cars while I blearily sipped my coffee in the overstuffed chair.  Shane, Juliette and I had stayed up too late the night before watching the final episode of Stranger Things, and then I had Vecna dreams to boot…  But this boy was all sunshine.

We ate a slow breakfast and then headed out for our daily round of snow play.  Juliette carved her classic heart-shaped snowball in the 10 minutes it took me to wrangle Isaac into his snowpants and boots and gloves.

Ready!

Conditions were truly not great – the snow was hard and icy and patchy and I bummed out for a minute about not getting the fresh, fluffy white blanket I wanted, but these photos are a reminder of my family’s ability to find big joy regardless.

The kids ended up in a bush or two…

Isaac scavenged for golf balls…

And then we went to our other favorite pond, where we tossed snowballs and watched them skitter across the glassy ice.

Can’t stop, won’t stop.

Juliette sat on a big rock for awhile, intent on a craft project.  When I peeked over her shoulder, I spied this…  Sweet kid.

We went into Roslyn for lunch and after sandwiches at Base Camp, hit up the new arcade in town.

Sadly, the Roslyn Cafe has closed, but the mural lives on.

Back at the lodge, we decided to brave the outdoor pool.  We never know what version of the pool we’re going to get, as some years it’s too cold to enjoy, but this year was perfect.

We had a 10:30 am check-out on Monday but managed to squeeze in several rounds of ping pong and another visit to the pool before packing up.

And then a pop by the playground on our way out of town for a couple of final sled runs.

Isaac ate a lot of snow.  Old snow.  It was white at least?

 

Cheers, Suncadia!  You always manage to be just what our family needs in the middle of what feels like the longest month of the year.

One last camp trip to blog on this last day of summer.  I won’t let myself be blue about the changing of seasons – we seized the heck out of Summer 2025.

This ended up being another Mama-Isaac trip, as Juliette had a soccer tournament and I couldn’t bear to let go of the Salt Creek site I’d booked back at midnight sharp on New Years Night.  It was a trek to get out there, more than three hours on the road, so Isaac bounded out of the car begging to scoot as soon as we rolled into camp.  Tent setup could wait.

We scouted the full series of overlooks and eyed the beaches we’d explore once the tide receded.

TO THE PLAYGROUND!

Eventually, we landed back at our site for setup and dinner.  Isaac laid claim to the tent stakes, which he insists on using to ward off incoming monsters.

They’re maybe not the wisest toy for for a three year old, but I mean…that face.

I bought a new pair of walkie talkies and spent several minutes trying to teach Isaac how to hold down the button and talk, then let up on the button to listen.

He could not get the hang of it at all, but had plenty of fun trying.

We scooted a bit more after dinner and sat for awhile on what would become our favorite rock.

And then, as we were heading to the bathroom with our toothbrushes, deer!

Isaac tried to follow close behind them, but he’s not really the kind of kid that can sneak up on a wild animal.

Yes, yes, bedtime, but…beach!  We’d walk past a staircase and Isaac would ask, “Can we go look?”.  Absolutely.

We cozied in after dark and Isaac did his typical first-night somersaults for about 30 minutes, but then we both conked.

Friday!  Up and at ’em!

The tide was extra-low that morning, so we took our coffee and hot chocolate down to the beach to explore this whole new world that had been hiding under high tide the evening before.

Kelp bubbles are called “pops” and Isaac can’t walk by one without stopping to give it a squish.

This was meant just to be a quick scouting mission before breakfast, but it turned into quite the expedition.

Sweet boy:

Scary boy:

He really is the worst at hide and seek, but I can’t break it to him.

We went back to camp for breakfast, but then Isaac asked if we could go find more crabs and I said I’d love nothing better.  First though, POPS.

Score!

He loved scampering over the rocks and more than once I asked could I please help him get down from a particularly sharp, barnacle-covered boulder, but he assured me that he could do it.  Turns out, HE COULD.

Two thumbs up for Salt Creek thus far.  This place was magic.

The tide started rising mid-day, so we traded the tide pools for a visit to the general store.

Isaac spent several minutes at the toy table when I told him he could pick just one thing to buy.  The agony of decision-making!

Surprise!  He picked a car.  I could have saved him seven minutes and handed him that out of the gate.

From Joyce, we drove over to Lake Crescent to check out the Devil’s Punchbowl hike.  I’d heard the terrain was easy and I had a fanny pack stocked with Mike&Ikes to coax Isaac along the two and a half mile route.

After making our way through the tunnel, we headed to the shoreline to find a place to sit and wowsers.  The colors of this water!  Incredible.

I got a text from Shane that Juliette had scored two goals during her game that afternoon and I was thrilled for her, but also, I really really missed them in this moment.  They would love this lake.

The last half mile back to the car was a slog – Isaac rode piggy back for awhile and then we made up a song to pass the steps and finally we arrived.

He earned his noodles.

Back to our favorite rock for post-dinner Teddy Grahams and a little sun-gazing.

This scooter covered all kinds of terrain it was never meant to cover.

Saturday dawned with our usual scoot to the bathroom, followed by the long loop back to see if the little boy Isaac had been eyeing as prime friend material was at his campsite.  He was there and shy hello’s were exchanged, and then we went back to our site for pancakes and sausage.

That fifty-cent general store car was money.

It was another ultra-low tide morning.  To the beach!

We explored the tide pools for awhile, but found we were much happier and much more sure-footed on the sand.

We really let ourselves just go where the wind blew us.  It was perfect.

I wish I could personally thank whoever built this driftwood fort.  Isaac played in here for a good 30 minutes, serving me pretend breakfast from his makeshift tabletop.

Time to tidy up…

Bedtime!

We each had our own bedroom and I got in trouble for not keeping my eyes closed.

Back to camp…

I loved Lake Crescent so much that we jetted back over there mid-day to spread out a blanket for a picnic lunch and an afternoon of water-gazing.

 

Isaac ran his cars up and down this log while I read my book and for a hot minute I thought, “Look at me, relaxing on a camp trip with my three year old!”

We packed up our things and then walked a couple of the nearby forest trails before hitting the road.

What started as a walking stick soon turned into a monster-poker.  Whatever keeps him moving…

One last sit.  I had a hard time wanting to leave this place.

Eventually, though, dinnertime called.  We stopped at a little diner on the road back, scarfed down our burgers, and then ordered up a couple of heavily-sprinkled soft serve cones from the ice cream counter.

We savored our last Salt Creek sunset that evening from the rocks, then played tag on the grass.

We were both pooped and got ready for bed before the sun officially dipped, but again, Isaac asked to head down the stairs on our way back from the bathroom, and again, I stuck our toothbrushes in my pocket and said “When at camp…”  It was windy that evening, so I wrapped us up in the towel we were carrying and we watched the sun go down, down, down.  I’m so thankful for these chances to follow his lead.

I wanted to head home relatively early on Sunday to spend the afternoon with Shane and Juliette, but also, Isaac awoke all smiles and I couldn’t pass on some extra morning cuddles.

Isaac did a couple of scoot loops with his new camp buddy, I tossed everything in the car, and then it was time to head home.

Were there moments during the weekend when Isaac whined or didn’t listen and I lost my patience with him?  Of course.  On Saturday morning, when I wouldn’t fetch his cars because I was focused on keeping the pancakes from burning, and then he threw a fit, did I put him in the car for a timeout?  I sure did.  And then did the pancakes burn, anyway?  They sure did!  But there were so many more smiles than tears that weekend.  Joy won out.  By a landslide.

Fall is in the air, but you KNOW I’ve got a boatload of backlogged summer pics.  Stick with me.

We spent a weekend in mid-July camping at Kachess Lake, happy to have the family all together for this trip with a bonus four, as the Rusts had agreed to join us.  We landed at camp late afternoon and checked off our setup tasks one by one.  Lounge chairs,

Tent,

Beverages.

I took the kids down to the lake to scope out the shoreline while Shane stayed back to string the hammock and dig into his weekend reading.

The water was little mucky, but not too cold.  And the backdrop couldn’t be beat.

Really should have changed into those swim trunks…

We dined on beef tacos, our tried and true camp stove favorite, while the rest of our gang got settled.

The Rust pups were a welcome addition to camp life.

One of my favorite things about camping is the ability to walk in the woods at any given moment.  Did we just walk to the lake before dinner?  Yes, we did.  Did the kids want to go back right after dinner?  Yes, they did.

And did we opt for another walk to the lake before bedtime, the whole bunch of us?  Yes, we did.

Saturday morning!  Ube pancakes!  Sausage!  Pups!

Post-breakfast lake stroll: the colors out here at this time of day were on point.

The kids and I played a game of hide and seek and Isaac was convinced that he was fully invisible if he laid down in the foot-high grass.  I SEE YOU, BUDDY.

This boy left so many footprints in these long dusty roads over the course of the weekend.

Juliette set off on a separate path and challenged her brother to a race back to camp.  With that, he was OFF.

I huffed behind him, barely able to keep up.

We made it back to the site (before Juliette, no less), loaded up our car with chairs and water toys and a cooler full of lunch fixings, then drove down to the lakefront to set up shop for the afternoon.

Tuckered.  He slept over an hour on this rocky beach, a thin picnic blanket for a bed and a life jacket for a pillow.  When at camp…

While Isaac dozed, sister and I paddled.

This girl will forever be my favorite first mate.

We drifted back to shore to find Isaac up and ready to romp.

Pink cheeks, big grins, sunny vibes.

We spent the rest of the afternoon bopping around the campsite, snacking and gaming and reading.  The Rust boys continue to play the role of surrogate big brothers to my kids – they are as kind-hearted and patient as teens come.

We all took a walk after dinner and I led the crew on a very circuitous route to the same stretch of lakefront we’d been hanging at all weekend.

Long live family camp…

We decided on Sunday morning to pack it up early and grab a hot breakfast at a nearby diner.  Isaac said good morning to the dogs and then I took him for a walk while Shane and Juliette got on with the business of breaking down the tent.

Just a boy, sitting on a log with his warm milk and his mama, reveling in how good summer can be.  It’s one of my greatest hopes that my kids do not take this place we live in or these people we live life with for granted.

One last look, Bud.  Let’s pack it up.

And with that…back to civilization a la The Pancake House.  I do love camp life, but clean tables and flush toilets are nice, too.

Round 2!  My reservation at Deception Pass unfortunately fell on the same weekend as Juliette’s first summer soccer tournament, but since Isaac and I had such a good time at this campground last year under the same circumstances, we decided to stay the course with our plans and cheer on sister from afar.  I scooped up Isaac from daycare early on Friday afternoon and we hit the road, stopping just once to go to the bathroom and pick up a bag of gummy Smurfs.

Our little two-person tent is a breeze to set up and we were all settled within a half hour.  Welcome to your weekend home, Bud!

Hot dogs for the win, every time.

After dinner, Isaac hopped on his scooter and we went down to the beach to do some exploring.

A lone crab claw!  Total score.

This place has the best rocks for scampering.

We zipped ourselves into our tent much later than Isaac’s normal bedtime, and he still spent 45 minutes doing summersaults in our little tent, but finally darkness fell and he quieted.

Rise and shine!  I warmed Isaac’s vanilla steamer, made myself a cup of coffee, and then we took our morning beverages back down to the beach.

Isaac found another crab claw and placed it in a shallow pool of water to see if it would come back to life.

(It didn’t, but I adore his curiosity!)

We sauntered for a couple of hours, drawing in the sand and throwing rocks and dipping our toes in freezing cold tide pools.  I know I say this often, but ahhhh…the luxury of going slow.  We don’t get to explore at Isaac’s pace often enough, so I really leaned in and let him take me along for the ride.

 

By the time we got back to camp, we were ready for a second round of warm drinks – three cheers for the coffee cart!

Isaac put out our morning fire while I cleaned up, and then we hopped in the car to explore a little further afield.

We started at Rosario Beach, to do some dock-walking and tide-pooling.

And then drove over to Bowman Bay for a quiet beach walk.

The sun felt so good after our gray morning on the beach; I found a cozy spot in the warm sand and kicked back while Isaac drove his Paw Patrol motorcycle up and down the driftwood logs.

Isaac challenged me to a race and I managed to stay ahead of him for about 15 seconds before he left me in his dust.

It’s so easy as an adult to lose sight of the joy that can be found in running.  I remember now…

We grabbed lunch in Anacortes and then Isaac fell asleep on the short drive back to camp.  I unbuckled him from his carseat and laid him down in the tent, his body limp as he slept off the prior night’s shenanigans.

If you can’t wake ’em, join ’em.  This was a snooze.

Finally, though, he woke!  In time for a golden hour walk to North Beach!

We spread out our towel and our array of snacks.

CHEERS, Buddy.

Gosh, that evening was one for the books.  Warm and gorgeous.  Isaac bounced between being so sweetly, independently absorbed in castle-building, and then wanting me to come along to find special rocks or grab another scoop of water for his sand mixture.

We went back to camp for dinner, but then soon bounced back to the beach to catch the sunset.

Late nap meant late s’mores.  It’s rare in June for this kid to stay awake till dusk, but when at camp…  Isaac graduated to roasting his own mallows and was very proud of his golden brown finish.

We wanted to get an early start back home on Sunday to catch Juliette’s final game, but first…one last little walk in the woods.

Since there wasn’t anyone at the bridge’s overlook parking lot when we crossed at 8am, I pulled over so Isaac could see “the big green bridge” up-close.

And then we walked across, because my kid not only has no fear of heights, but apparently loves them.

I mean, at least watch where you’re walking, Buddy!

We grabbed breakfast in La Conner and recapped our favorite parts of the weekend.  I put beachfront happy hour on the top of my list while Isaac declared scootering his most favorite pastime.  I don’t know that I’d ever felt closer to this boy, more certain that I was living into my deepest dreams.  My dusty, tiring, sun-soaked dreams.  This is the stuff.

I had big dreams for Schnell Family Camp Season 2025 and spent a lot of hours on campground websites last winter, looking at campsites and mapping drive times and making reservations, keeping my fingers crossed that weather and schedules would allow us to follow through come summer.  And WE DID IT.  Mostly, I mean – there was a forest fire that nixed one weekend’s reso, and Juliette had a couple of soccer tournaments that required Isaac and I to trek on without her and Shane, but no regrets.  We’ve been living our best PNW lives these past couple of months.

We got right down to business the day after school let out and headed to Lake Chelan for our inaugural trip.  Shane upped the ante and reserved a boat for a couple of hours; we drove straight to the dock, strapped on our life jackets, and let ‘er rip.

Faster, Daddy, faster!

Juliette Grace, you look good on a boat.

Our boat came with an inner tube and I was the first to take it for a spin – Juliette wanted to see how it was done.  Shane took it easy on me, keeping the boat slow and steady.

And then Juliette took a turn, timid for just a moment but soon giving Shane the thumbs-up signal that we had agreed would mean GO FASTER.  Isaac and I watched from the back of the boat and he laughed as Juliette whipped around behind us.  Isaac turned to Shane and said, “Juliette is so happy, Daddy!”  That grin…

Swim break…

One last full-speed blitz before heading back to the dock…

Brilliant idea, Shane.  What a beautiful way to let the festivities begin.

We rolled into the campground late in the afternoon, pleased to find our site was tucked back from a lot of the hub-bub, perched over a small river whose bubbling sounds would be the soundtrack of our weekend.

We got settled, ate our hot dogs, and then capped off the day with our most favorite camping delicacy.

Isaac played drums on our skillet with the hot dog skewers while I finished doing dishes.  Toys schmoys – this is fun stuff.

Friday started with coffee, cinnamon rolls, and a morning fire.

Isaac’s yellow scooter was so clutch that weekend – we were able to make back and forth to the bathroom in record time.

Shane took the kids to the playground while I dragged my camp chair down to the river to read and drink a second cup of coffee.

Dang it, though – I soon wanted in on the playground action.  I mean…

Back at camp, hammock gold fish…

And riverside smoothies.

Isaac climbed up and down this hill a dozen times a day.  I do not take for granted the sure-footedness that comes with him getting older.

That said, he took a spill on his scooter after lunch and kind of lost his mind over his skinned elbow.  I laid down with him in the tent and his whiny whimpers soon mellowed to a quiet snore.  Bud was beat.

While Isaac slept, we enjoyed more grownup camp vibes.

I had hopes of paddleboarding that afternoon, but it was windy and the water was choppy, so we settled for a lakeside snack.

Back at camp, Juliette cozied up in the hammock while Isaac and I reveled in golden hour by the river.

And then Isaac joined me on a scouting mission to check out the lakefront sites.  Scooter for the win again.

This lake’s colors!  The temps were a bit too cold to want to take a dip, but we did plenty of water-gazing.

Juliette ate ramen while I made tacos and we dined all out of sync that night, but we were together and no one complained and I called it a win.

Good morning, bud!  Thank you for the sleep-in!

Again, who needs toys?!

Saturday morning was cloudy, but the lake was quiet and we took advantage of the glassy conditions to get out for a paddle.

In lakes as large as Chelan’s, where paddling across the lake is impossible, we pick our own mini-mini destinations.  As in, “Hey!  Let’s paddle over to that floating pinecone and pick it up!”  Almost the same sense of accomplishment.

Taco leftovers for lunch…

And then tent shenanigans during a passing drizzle.

We were all a little antsy by late afternoon, so we drove into town for burgers and a stop at the local toy store/candy shop.  Juliette picked out a tub of orange cream cotton candy and after much agonizing, Isaac selected a furry bouncy ball with the face of his favorite Bluey character on it.  The heart wants what it wants…

These two did plenty of getting on each other’s nerves that weekend, but also, they made each other laugh a lot.  It’s a package deal, parenting these two, and most days the scales tip toward joy.

Isaac was up early-early on Sunday, but after a quick trip to the bathroom, we snuggled back under our blankets.

And snoozed.

And snoozed.  Felt so good.

Those couple extra hours of sleep did my boy good!

One last tent romp before we packed it up…

I took the kids down to the lake while Shane broke down camp.  The sun came out in full force that day and we dosed up on Vitamin D before hitting the road.

I feel ya, Buddy.  The disappointment of a now-empty campsite…

We did a final sweep to collect our odds and ends and then shared a round of hugs, as Shane and Juliette were headed off on their own father-daughter five-day adventure in Winthrop.

SUMMER!  It arrived with a bang.

Ack!  It’s Springtime!  And I have a cache of snow-covered pictures to share.  Here goes…

We stayed true to tradition and spent MLK weekend at Suncadia Lodge, sledding and snow-balling and cozying.  Someday we’ll spread our wings and embark on new adventures, but in this current season of life, it feels good to return to what we know.  This place just works for us.  We’ve got our favorite fireside table at the Inn…

And the complimentary s’mores kits are always a crowd-pleaser.

We quickly settled into our routine.  Saturday morning was spent sipping coffee by the lobby’s huge picture windows.

And then a round of pool, because the wee hours of the morning are the only time we get the game room to ourselves.

Coffee, pool, cinnamon rolls, SNOW!  The trick at Suncadia is to always stay one step ahead of the crowds, so as the lobby and restaurant started to fill with the folks who woke an hour or two after us, we headed out to the sledding hill.

The snow was hard and crusty and a bit patchy, but no matter.  My kids (and their dad) are so, so good at maximizing fun in mediocre conditions.

Every year Shane wonders aloud if this pond is frozen solid enough for him to walk across it, and every year Juliette begs him to PLEASE don’t try it.

We found a golf ball tucked under a tree branch near the pond (the sledding hill is a driving range in summertime), and then another, and then another.  Suddenly it was Easter in January as the kids gathered a treasure trove of balls and placed them in a neat little pile.

Back on the sled…

Ultimately, he just couldn’t help himself.

The ice held, but not without some cracking that had us all yelling for Shane to head back to shore.  Dare devil, that guy.

There’s nothing better than peeling off your snowpants and snuggling up back in bed.

Eventually we put real clothes on and headed into Roslyn for lunch.  Again, we stuck to our tried-and-trues.  Roslyn Cafe for burgers, then coffee and books at Basecamp.

After lunch, Juliette and I scoped out the pool.  Last year the water was too cold to enjoy a swim, but this year it was perfect.

I texted Shane the thumbs-up on the water temp and he brought down Isaac.  Buddy loves a good pool.

We ate dinner in our room that night, tuckered after a day of snow, swim, and sun.  Top day.

Sunday brought more of the lovely same old, same old.

The sledding hill was really giving icy vibes that morning, so we walked over to the adjacent field in search of better snow coverage.

The sledding was decent, but then I popped Isaac’s beloved blue innertube on a particularly rough patch.  Again we sought out alternate fun.

We found a snow cave!

I loved exploring a little further afield this trip.  So many beautiful little clearings – a pair of deer crossed our path just as we were leaving this spot.

And we found another pond!  This one was much more solid.  Shane practiced his fancy footwork.

The kids were somehow unimpressed with their dad’s dance moves.

Like…”What is he doing?!”  Let’s hear it for dorky dads.

After lunch, we headed to the pool for swimtime.

The pool wasn’t as warm that day and Isaac’s little teeth started to chatter after just a couple of minutes, so we adjusted our game plan.  Shane took Juliette over to the indoor pool and I took Isaac out for a hot chocolate and a walk.  Something for everyone!

We made our way down the river and threw rocks for awhile.  I never knew this was here!  Such an idyllic little spot, particularly on a sunny afternoon.

He really can be the best little buddy when we have the time to slow down.

This is Isaac’s Bear Hunt face.  Get that grizzly, Son.

We drove into Roslyn for a pizza dinner and Isaac fell asleep on the 10-minute drive.  He wouldn’t wake, even as we pulled him out of his carseat into the cold night air, and he spent the first half of dinner sleeping in his sister’s lap.  She ate it up.  Play hard, sleep hard.

On our final morning at the lodge, we did…more of the same.  Coffee, sledding, snowplay.

We found a little hill at the far end of a clearning and the kids did a few runs.

I mean, THESE KIDDOS!  They obviously don’t always love on each other with such abandon, but when they do, it’s a joy to watch.

Deer spotting!

And some snow-baseball.

Isaac found a stick and spent 15 minutes trying to dig a hole with it – that snow was crusty.  But he kept going and I kept watching.  We had nowhere to be but right where we were.

More scenic stops…

We pulled some beautiful ice sculptures out of the stream.

And then with one last squeeze, hit the road back to Seattle.

What a weekend.

 

It’s Fall!  Like full-swing Fall.  But I’ve got a cache of August snaps I just finished going through, so here’s one last glimpse of summer…

I took a few extra days off after we returned from Neskowin to tackle some house projects and spend some extra time with Juliette.  It was bliss – I crossed a handful of longstanding items off my to-do list and relished my afternoons with my best girl.  We drank boba and watercolored and strolled Alki together.  Turns out Seattle is an ideal place to take a summer vacation.

We took a Saturday spin on the West Seattle water taxi to grab a waterfront lunch with my dad.  Public transportation at its best.

Shane and I took the kids to the Sammamish Animal Sanctuary in Renton to visit their goats and llamas and bunnies.  This place was wonderful – they give a home to neglected or unwanted barnyard animals and we had the best time doling out lettuce leaves and carrot sticks.

We spent a weekend on Bainbridge Island for one of Juliette’s soccer tournaments, but the weather was decidedly un-summery.  It rained and rained and rained and we shivered through her Friday afternoon game.

Thankfully, our AirBnB was warm and comfy and the perfect place to enjoy a post-game nap.

And the Harbour Public House!  There is no cozier place to enjoy a cup of beer and a bowl of chowder on a drizzly evening.

It stopped raining just as we were leaving the restaurant and we all felt a little giddy at the break in the weather.

My word, though – Saturday morning was even wetter.  The girls pushed through.  Isaac and I hunkered down in the tent.

And then enjoyed coffee and macarons at Coquette Bake Shop.

The sun came out just as the girls finished warming up for their third and final game.  They ended the tournament 0 for 3, but they kept their heads up and learned a bunch.

It felt nice to take it slow on Sunday morning.  Couch snuggles and cars.

Isaac was smitten with this little recycling truck he’d found in the house’s toy bin and had a very hard time saying goodbye.  Finally, though, he gave it one last kiss, murmured “I love you, truck”, and walked away.  Parting is such sweet sorrow.

And Poulsbo donuts make things brighter.

We took a short walk along the Poulsbo waterfront and I made a mental note to do some more exploring around here, when we have more time and less rain.

We capped off our weekend with brunch in Gig Harbor.  And SUN!

Labor Day weekend was quiet – we decided to spend the last weekend of summer break close to home and ventured no farther than Jefferson Park when we felt a bit antsy.  It scratched the itch – new grass to run around on!  Bigger slides on the playground!

And dandelions as far as the eye could see.

Shane’s mom came to town the day after Labor Day and folded right into our family hub-bub.  We loved having her around – cheers to Grandma time!

Ah, summer.  It’s so hard to see you go.  So long, spray parks…

And spontaneous evening sprinkler runs.

We loved our sunny drives in the big blue car (though Isaac may insist we keep these up through Fall)…

And especially our front yard water fights.

Dump truck car washes…

And beach ball shenanigans.

What a beautiful season, in so many ways.  But on with the business of September.  And school!  Juliette started fifth grade and I realized as I was snapping these pics that we were memorializing her last first day of elementary grade.  Our walks down the street to our neighborhood school suddenly feel numbered.

Although I suppose in a couple of years Isaac will be a sporting a backpack and we’ll do this all over again!  That makes me feel equal parts comforted and exhausted.

“One more hug, Juliette!”

And then, with a final wave goodbye, summer break officially came to a close.  Bring on the pumpkins.

By Thursday the kids and I were feeling ready to mix up our beach routine, so we hopped in the car and headed north for a mini-adventure, just the three of us.  As we drove down country roads en route to Blue Heron Dairy, Life is A Highway (Isaac’s pick) and I Will Always Love You (Juliette’s pick) piped through the speakers.  We sang, like really SANG, Isaac always a couple of words behind Juliette me.  The road trip vibes were strong that morning.

We rolled up to Blue Heron just as they opened and spent an hour sitting in tractor seats and feeding goats and patting the resident donkeys.

Such friendly little dudes!

Such slobbery little dudes…

Once we’d fed all the animals and given our hands a thorough washing, we walked/ran to the candy store for a treat.

Isaac was thrilled with his Super Mario Pez dispenser.  Juliette went for the Mambas.

It was a short drive to Tillamook Creamery from Blue Heron.  When in dairy country…

Our stint at Tillamook was short, as the free cheese samples couldn’t compete with the well-stocked candy store at Blue Heron, so we did just a quick tour and then popped across the street for green smoothies and a cinnamon roll.

Next stop: the Garibaldi Train Depot for a ride on the old-timey rails.  The 30-minute ride from Garibaldi to Rockaway Beach was scenic and sweet and the perfect way to do some seated sight-seeing.

Isaac bounced from Juliette’s lap to mine and back again.  Turns our seated sight-seeing isn’t so much his style.

My word, kiddos.  Laying it on THICK, these two.

We had a short layover at Rockaway before we needed to catch the train back to our car, so we briefly hit the playground and the beach.

Get those wiggles out, Isaac!

I’m certain there were moments on this day when Isaac whined or wouldn’t listen, but I can’t remember them.  I just remember how much damn fun the three of us had together.

We thought about calling it a day after the train ride and heading back to the house for Isaac’s afternoon nap, but he fell asleep in the car just two minutes into our drive, so we let him doze and slowly moseyed over to Oceanside Beach for one last stop, figuring he’d be ready to go again by the time we got there and parked.  He was still pretty groggy when I lifted him from his carseat, but Sister offered to give him a carry, because she’s the best.

We explored the tunnel and collected a few rocks…

And then once Isaac had wiped the last sleepies from his eyes, it was time to twirl.  Juliette made a game of spinning at top speed, arms stretched wide, until she was so dizzy she collapsed in the sand.  Isaac followed suit and they fell again and again, the sound of their laughter mingling with the waves.

Juliette and I made our own sand-shard jigsaw puzzle and then Isaac stomped on it and now I remember there was definitely crying and whining from both my kids that afternoon, but it passed quickly.

Holding a grudge just isn’t in this girl’s DNA.

We eventually brushed the sand from our feet and headed back, eager to see the rest of our crew.  Morgan welcomed Isaac with open arms and let him help with dinner prep.

We drove down the beach that evening for a fire and s’mores.  It felt good to have everyone together.

We savored our treats and then the kids went for a run, because they’re unstoppable.

Isaac ran up and down the sides of this sandpit, at one point collapsing just over the edge so that all we could see were his little legs sticking straight up in the air, kicking as he struggled to roll onto his back.  We laughed a lot.

The Isaac Henry Show, coming soon to a beach near you…

Friday was our last day there, and Shane took the day off.  It was nice to have him with us for our morning walk.

Oh, Buddy.  These beach-run smiles are the stuff of my dreams.

Once again, Isaac couldn’t resist the frigid water, and once again, his shorts were soaked.  We rolled with it.

When Shane asked how I wanted to spend our last day there, I couldn’t think of a better place than our favorite stretch of beach, so he dashed back to the house for our beach chairs and snacks while I continued to roam with the kids.

Flipping through these pictures, I see image after image of Juliette leaning over so she can show or tell Isaac something.  ISAAC HENRY, YOU ARE SO LUCKY.  Often it feels like he has no idea how big he struck the sister jackpot, but someday it’ll sink it.  I know it.

The rest of our crew trickled down to join and us and we spend the afternoon reading and splashing and eating and lounging.  All my favorite things.

This driftwood fort was a good find.  No bears in here, either, though!

Juliette wrote our initials on the doorway with a piece of charred wood.  Love Wuz Here.

I had been promising the kids ice cream all week and finally made good on my offer.

One last game of tag for the road…  We love you, Morgan.

We went back to the house to gather our things and say our good-byes.  Juliette sniffled a little as we pulled away – what a good week, filled with laughter and play and rest and beauty and family.  Neskowin has our hearts.