It has been my heart's desire to take the YW on an extended backpacking trip -- on the Olympic Peninsula, to be precise. But pregnancies/nursing (read: as YW leaders, we tag-team the Pregnancy Baton) and calendaring have conspired against this end. Desperate for SOME sort of hiking adventure before graduation, we ended up, through twists and turns ... with Saddle Mountain. Car camping (Miles came). But it was a great hike -- even (or possibly because) we weren't carrying tents.
Peer Pressure: I made it through my teenage years without ever smoking, drinking, and all that ... but when those Laurels suggested I lick the banana slug, how could I resist?
For the memories! My only regret is that I couldn't fake a look of sheer enjoyment. Now, come on ... give me a kiss, baby.
Two Cool YW -- about to be blown off a precipice.
A very cool Miles. But not as cool as he would have been without Cole's human sleeping bag outfit. Which we still haven't laundered yet, because doing so requires two new tennis balls and special down detergent ... which I'm fresh out of at the moment.
What Miles sees.
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Well, if you didn't enjoy kissing the banana slug, Briton looks pretty happy about it. I can just tell he's thinking, "My wife is so adventurous. What a babe!"
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