We're on our final day of festivities, celebrating the best and unrivaled eight year's of our lives. Celebrating our beloved firstborn Colin.
We start out by wishing him a happy birthday, to which he responds. "It's not my birthday yet, I wasn't born until 3:17 in the afternoon." Okay, we say amusedly we'll wait to tell you this afternoon. Sometimes he can be a stickler for the rules. Other times, he ignores them completely!
After watching airplanes take-off and land for awhile we set off to Silver Star Mountain in Southern Washington. The GPS says it's twenty miles away but it will take close to two hours to get there. The dirt roads are windy, narrow and littered with ominous potholes. I clench tightly to the safety handle above my seat as we inch our way over these trenches in our sedan. It's at these moments I wish we had a truck! If I had been driving alone with the kids I would have found a way to turn back even if I had to drive in reverse for a mile. But Joe didn't hesitate and he pushed forward on this thrilling adventure. Finally after traversing one lane bridges, and praying we don't meet an outgoing car we arrived at the "Stairway to the Stars" trailhead.
Out of all the peaks in the Cascade Range, Colin has been wanting to visit this location and it's not hard to guess why if you know my boy! Yes, there was a bigfoot sighting at this location and it was premiered on the Animal Planet's television show, "Finding Bigfoot" . I blame that show for all this Bigfoot fascination by the way. He outgrew the cartoons on PBS and Disney's Phineas and Ferb so I allowed him to watch Animal Planet because I certainly didn't want him to watch SpongeBob Square Pants! SpongeBob Square Pants vs. Bigfoot! No contest!
It was an amazing hike for the whole family. The views were so beautiful I kept falling behind as I just had to photograph one more mountain and one more wildflower! Thalia of course started picking me a bouquet, it was heaven for her too. Declan studied the back of Joe's neck (no really, he called me to show a spot on the back of his neck!) and Joe trekked two miles with an extra thirty five pounds on his back. Yes, I've mentioned it before and I'll say it again. He's a stud!
And Colin was intensely peering through his new binoculars, sending out bigfoot calls and on the lookout for the exact location pictured on the Finding Bigfoot episode. Once we found the spot, we think we did anyways, we had to re-enact the scene with his bigfoot shoes (he had carried them in his backpack for a visual aid). Uh-huh! He had it all planned out.
Even though we didn't see a bigfoot, hear a bigfoot or see any evidence of a bigfoot, we were all thrilled to be there, breathing the "big" air and just being. Thankful for the time we could have being together and admiring God's great creation.
It was cloudy on the way up so we couldn't see Mt. Hood yet. But it's there hidden in white.
This was the closest image of a bigfoot we saw. Actually, it looks more like a gingerbread man to me! Do you see it in the image above?
"The Hills are Alive.....with the hunt for Bigfoots! My Heart wants to sing...when I shake his hand! Aa-aa-aah!"
Mt. Adams in the background, looking north.
The Columbia River and Oregon in the background.
Mt. St. Helens was still covered by clouds at the end of our hunt.
So we decided to hang out, snack, rest a bit and wait to see if more of the clouds burned off.
But someone decided to throw a tantrum on top of the mountain and I can't quite remember why. Was it because we ran out of fruit leather?
Mommy, can I eat the snow? Why sure I say! Let's bring some syrup next time and make sno-cones!
Mt. Hood found its way out from behind the clouds. How spectacular!
On our way back to the car and Mt. St. Helen's is still covered in clouds. By the time we were back in the hotel though, we had a picture perfect view of the cloudless Mt.
Driving down the mountain, we're still on the lookout for sasquatch evidence! Could he be drinking some water here!? Just a little bit of family fun!
After we left the forest and we're driving back to the hotel, I just happen to glance at the car clock and it reads exactly 3:17. "Happy Birthday, Colin!"