Summer, why hast thou forsaken us? Somehow I blinked and I now find myself in mid-August, wondering where the hell this season has gone. I would be remiss if I did not capture some memorable summer experiences on this little blog o' mine by at least tossing together a hodge-podge summertime post, but some things simply demand a post of their own. Nobody puts Plantation Tree Farm in the corner, so here are some pictorial highlights of our annual trek back to my heaven on earth for a long weekend of family camp at my father-in-law's 500-acre redwood tree forest in Sonoma County, CA.
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| hanging out at High Trees camp... |
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| Pete shimmied up the tree to make a swing for the kids. He also made a few adjustments to the tree to make the giraffe Thalia imagined come into clearer view... | |
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| the giraffe! |
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| The kids loved balancing on the slack line Casey set up... |
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| the boys found a scorpion |
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| Al Pal |
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| Martina and Casey and their girls road-tripped out from Colorado! |
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| Kenyon and Lucia |
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| the lovely outdoor woodburning stove-heated shower |
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| side of the shower/washing station |
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| John and Ama (and Moe) prepping breakfast |
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| Martina, kiddos, and I out for a hike |
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| heading down to Ed's house |
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| visiting the horses in the pasture |
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| Ed's chicken coop, inspired by the Russian folktake Baba Yaga |
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| hanging out by the koi pond in Ed's garden |
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| free range kids |
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| free range kids, part 2 |
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| exploring Lake Oliver |
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| who knew goats were so adorable? |
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| we visited Plantation Farm Camp down the road and were able to help make a human chain to herd the sheep for shearing |
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| shearing a sheep |
There is no other place I'd rather spend time with family and friends, and I'm so glad the boys will grow up with these experiences indelibly printed in their psyche.
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