Took my young lady bushwhacking today. Nothing says Pacific Northwest like an ancient river of moss covered boulders.
Favorite part of the day: Her:”So there’s no trail? How do you know how to get back?” Me: “I don’t. Sometimes you stay the night in the woods. Sometimes you end up just living there. We might run into someone who hiked out here twenty years ago never came back. Happens all the time. We’re gonna have to tell them all about cell phones and everything.”