Over Labor Day weekend we visited the state fair (all the pictures somehow disappeared! Boo!) and hiked to some beautiful waterfalls in Washington. We also hunted fruitlessly (literally and figuratively) for Huckleberries but alas, missed their elusively ripening selves by one week.
For the record: we were not. And the second one made Dave's tongue numb.
Darling Julie and her six-months-pregnant self had to be reigned in a bit. First she scaled off the side of a mountain to retrieve a water bottle her son threw.
Then she tried to carry her enormous three-and-a-half year-old in a backpack.
We nipped that in the bud and Dave carried him and I got Annalise.