The WoodsPosted: November 2, 2010
Whiz suggested we go mushrooming on Saturday. Friday night we looked at road maps and topos and Google Earth, plotting our approach. I pretend to be pretty outdoorsy but I have to confess: I’ve only been mushrooming twice before. Even Henry is as experienced as I am. Plus we’ve only ever gone in spots where friends take us. It’s a whole different can of worms to find your own spot. But I was excited. This was going to be a tradition, our place to come back year after year. Soon we’d be introducing friends to our own spot. So Saturday morning we filled a giant bag with lunch and snacks, dressed Gooby in his warmest, piled in the car and started heading south toward Rainier.
We made it as far as Ikea.
I know. But. 1. It was pouring. 2. Gooby was SCREAMING. and 3. Whiz was stressed about some impending work for his free-lance clients. Sometimes it’s best to be adaptable.
And that’s one awesome thing about babies. Their expectations for us are pretty low. Goobiedoo ended up having a blast. Much more fun that he would have strapped to our back in the rain in the woods. Plus we ended up doing a little research for our upcoming basement remodel. More on that tomorrow.