ington for the family reunion, tide pooling was the first order of business.
Here are more photos of us tide pooling.
My last post stops, at the the point on the Maple Pass Loop, just before we first encountered snow on the path.
Thankfully, the weather was lovely.
Flowers were bursting out every-
When we made it to the top of the mountain and could see Lake Ann, and the trail that would take us back out, on the far side of that lake, we were encouraged to keep going and get there.
Eventually, we had walked through so much snow that it stopped being novel and we had had enough of it.
There are not photos to go with it but one of our favorite stories from the hike happened at a point where we had lost the trail but felt we needed to climb down a steep area, through some shrub-like trees and snow.
It was so steep that I was crawling on the ground, holding on to the trunks of the trees to keep from sliding down the mountainside, while trying to make my way to more level ground, where I could stand again. Cameron asked, "Are you alright?" I answered, "No. I am falling down a mountain."
Once, I marveled that being up on an unfamiliar mountain, hiking around in the snow, was maybe the craziest thing I had ever done.
But in the end, we did not fall.
Thanks for the mem-
As Cam men-
This Flickr set takes you on the trail with us from the base of the mountain, near Rainy Lake (shown above) to a point high above.
Last July, on our way to the Powell Family Reunion, Cameron and I took a side trip to the N. Cascades National Park.
After marveling at the views from the scenic overlook, we explored a camp-
Lately, I've been spending most of my online free time on Facebook. Since I learned how to post and share things with family and friends there, I haven't been blogging as much. If you want to join the fun, please visit my profile and let me know.
One thing I do want to do on the blog is share some photos of and stories from the Powell family Reunion. Cam and I spent the weekend before the reunion camping in and exploring the North Cascades National Park. I kept calling it a second honeymoon.