Our first mountain hike with the babe. Opal's first bluebells, arnica, and Indian paintbrush. Her first view of the Skagit Valley from above.
It was a stunning day, and we had not planned to go, but it didn't take much encouraging for us to change our plans and head for the hills.
I was raised by folks who made an effort to bring me to the mountains. Looking back with the eyes of a parent I can see that it was not an easy thing to get us there - the packing, the planning, the driving, the time spent convincing me to keep going up those seemingly endless switchbacks. My parents did not need to give me a love for nature - I believe it is part of our birthright as human beings. But I can see how my parents kept that love from being lost, how they helped tend and nurture that fire in me and keep it alive through the times I may have abandoned it. I hope very much that I can do the same for my children, if need be, but mostly I pray that their fire always burn strong.
Wishing you all a beautiful week! ~