Seattle and her surrounding cities offer so much to look at, do and all the conveniences of living in a bigish metropolitan area. Love that. I marvel at all the types of transit available here: Light Rail, Monorail, S.L.U.T.s, busses tunnels and maps abound. I’m all about it. Except when it’s time to get out of the city and into the woods. Sometimes you just gotta pack up and head somewhere different, somewhere peaceful where the only sounds you hear are elk calls and chipmunk squeaks. This is an account of one of those times.
Travelling into eastern Washington takes you over the Snoqualmie Pass and through the woods. Then magically it’s about ten degrees warmer and the sky gets bigger. I’ve asked to pull over and roll down one of these hills several times. Matt says they’re not as smooth as they look.
We got to meet Jared’s grandparents, Stan and Eileen, who are so incredibly sweet it’d give you a toothache. The next step was transferring all the luggage from our compact car to a sport utility. I thought this step was superfluous until we arrived on the property about an hour later. Mm clean air and a family of trees.
As I said, the driveway itself was enough for me, but there was so much more! Once we got the unpacking out of the way, Stan and Eileen showed us around and briefly explained their journey in turning this bit of wilderness into the retreat that it is today. They began clearing the land [themselves, mind you] in 1975. Now there’s a three-story cabin, which is really more of a house, complete with an indoor workstation, den, kitchen, one large bedroom, bathroom and a loft with three other beds. This was not pitch-a-tent camping! Stan and Eileen taught us how to turn on the water, light the pilot light thingie, and how to use the generator. They also unlocked the garage which had what is henceforth known as the Mule in it. The Mule’s basically what it would look like if a golf cart and a four-wheeler had a love child. There are two seats up front, but my favorite place to ride was in the tiny little pickup in back. It was just big enough for a Bri. I’d coincidentally thrifted this pair of cargo pants the week before our trip. Not usually into the cargo pant, but these seemed perfect for lounging around the house. Little did I know, I’d be able to hold all sorts of goodness in those pockets! Including ammo at one point!
The deeper we got into the woods the more the trees started to look molten, volcanic and ancient. This bark makes my heart swell. If I were trying to describe it, I’d call it “astrocrag” but Matt aptly said it looked more like a jigsaw pattern.
If I’m gonna do anything, I’m gonna climb a tree, swing from it and experience the light feeling of being exactly where you’re supposed to, perfectly safe with best friends. Happy hands reach for higher branches. We spotted this guy jutting out from the earth off the trail. It wasn’t until we got close until we realized how huge it was. You could stack at least 2 Honeybees!
One of my favorite things about the interior of the cabin was that just about every room had a hook in it and on the hook lived random plaid flannels and coats. As the sun leaves the hill it gets chilly up there. You know I can’t resist a buffalo plaid. Ooh!
Ah! And the sunset. Can’t decide which of these I like more, so you gt both. Following that, we had to go for another Mule ride. This time we stumbled upon some incredible rocks that, when banged just right, opened to reveal layers of volcanic sediment.
Thanks for travelling with us on our last trip before the winter. A good time was had by all. There are a gajillion more photos especially of the interior, but I figured this post was already photo-heavy so I’ll share those another time perhaps.
I’m glad I got to go through these today, though. I’ve been having one of those days. Nothing is majorly wrong, really, but it’s the little things. I’m working on less than four hours of sleep and stupid socks keep slipping down in my boots. These photos remind me that there is more to life than 9-5 and that’s a something I never want to forget.