So here we are walking through mossy corridors of spooky looking trees. You know the saying "moss grows on the north side of a tree" you would die in Washington if that was the only survival advice you had. Moss grows all over trees here. I guess you would have to look for which side it grows the thickest on.
The kids had a great time climbing on logs, trying to find fish, fighting over which girl got to hold Grandma's hand with the watch (don't ask...I have no idea), trying to sneak off the trail and posing for me to take pictures. The best part of all though, other than being with Grandma and Grandpa naturally, was knowing that we were hours away from the horrible, sticky heat that had taken our home hostage!