As we all know, having a kid marks the death, destruction & total annihilation of your old life. It is done, gone, over, finito. That’s not to say your new life after birth can’t have its bright moments. They’re just a little different from the old bright moments.
For our 13th wedding anniversary we’re trekking to Jawbone Flats in the Opal Creek Wilderness Area, to a tranquil & beautiful solar & hydro powered education center deep in the old growth forest of the Pacific North West. Ivor is 2 and it’s clear this is not the wedding anniversary trip of 5 years ago. This trip is altogether more…midlife. The crew: Philippa, Ivor, myself and Jennifer, the Mother-in-Law. Off we go.
Thumbs down from Ivor.
Old growth all around us.
Back in the day there were mining and logging operations down this way. They dragged a load of heavy gear down. These cogs are apparently from the USS Oregon.
This old steam engine powered the saw mill maybe.
The storage shed’s not looking too bad. A dab of paint, it could be quite lovely.
Here we are. Electrics powered by solar and hydro. No internet for guests unless it’s a life-threatening emergency. Set phasers to airplane mode.
It’s important to always travel with these essential survival items known as Monster Trucks.
I call this one Killah Bee. Ivor calls it Dragon Fly. We’re from different eras.
Raft racing with a small log that looks like a hot dog bun.
Old rusty stuff everywhere.
Cabin 7. Very nice.
Off to Opal Pool. It seems to be this way.
Old Pelton Wheel.
Always try to remain as it suggests.
So it goes.
The chocolate thief.
Distracted by cartography.
Things to do with no internet.
As mentioned, the cabin is wonderful.
Wherever you go, skateboarding is with you. Random Toy Machine art, spotted in the wilderness.
The final meltdown.
Can’t say it’ll get any easier, little man.