A Hike... This Time with Pictures

We had hoped to go windsurfing this weekend, but the wind forecast was lame. In the middle of the week it looked just hot on both sides of the Cascades, but with faint hopes of westerlies. By thursday the report had changed to westerlies on Saturday, and easterlies on Sunday: the change in direction signifying almost certain calm.

So we went hiking instead, up to the ice caves at Big Four. Omitted are pictures of me crossing the creek on precariously balanced scrap wood. Instead, happy and always very safe father and son.

Below, Sara shows Theo his very first snow. Theo doesn't seem very impressed.

He's not very impressed by the ice cave, either. When he gets older we'll have to tell him that we visited a dragon there.
In that picture I'm keeping his feet warm, from the cold draft blowing out of the cave.

Lunch at least calmed him down.
See, he's smiling!