Tony and I went to the Olympic National Forest to hike to the ruins of a B-17. There was about a 45 minute drive on very mountainy roads once we turned into the park. There were so many deer!
This hike was amazing! We crossed so many little streams or river run-offs.
So along the way, I was a little nervous about time because we needed to get back in time to make sure Grandma made her plane. It's a bit of a drive. We knew going back, we'd make up time since it was an uphill hike, but...we didn't have the coordinates with us of exactly which way to go by the mine shaft to get to the B-17. Yes, I need to remember the Boy Scout motto and be prepared and think ahead to not having the internet to check the page. Oops. But, luckily for us, the first people we met on the trail were coming back down right as we got to the mine shaft. We asked them if they'd come from the B-17 wreckage and they had. Here is the story of why there is wreckage here. This was seriously perfect timing because we knew we were on the right path. It was a tough hike and if we didn't even know we were going in the right direction or not, we might have turned back a bit early trying to make sure Grandma didn't miss her plane. But we made it and it was worth it. :)
The abandoned mine shaft!
On the way back we crossed the Hood Canal
And the Narrows Bridge
Love Mt. Rainier
We had texted our ETA to Kate so she would know we weren't going to be late. Then there were some cute little chefs waiting out in the yard when we pulled up. Max had a scout requirement to cook a healthy dinner and grandma helped him with that.
How cute is this?
What a perfect weekend!
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