Does something count as a tradition if you've done it two years in a row? I'm going to say yes, because I hope it continues as such.
Last weekend we shirked all responsibility and headed West, to the water. Friday night Matt & I met up with L&V downtown at the ferry terminal. After a long journey, we arrived at Lance's parents place on Hood Canal. We were celebrating a few family birthdays, and had a delicious dinner as is par for the course at the Chisum's. Their place on the water is beautiful, and the boys decided that since we hadn't found mussels at the store the day before they would head outside and hack a few off the dock for dinner the next night. Why not?
After more delicious food the next morning we were off to Olalla. It was wonderful seeing Greg, Joann, and Ryan again and getting to catch up. Olalla is where tradition comes in. Winter is one of the few times a year when all of our friends are in one place for more than a few days at time. Last year we managed to scrounge up most of the crew and spent a weekend at my parents place in Olalla, feasting on some amazing paella courtesy of the Chisums. You can read about our non-adventures here.
This year we were able to gather even more people. The four of us set about chopping, arranging, and scrounging up 'beds' for ELEVEN people! Thanks Mom & Dad for sharing your home and being so trusting!
The paella was once again amazing, we took beach walks, played card games, read, lounged, had big fires, napped, danced, and caught up. There are some newer significant others (who we love), but many of us have known each other for eight years now. I'm so thankful to have such a fun, enduring group of friends who know each other so well and can come together to make a weekend like this happen! I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
Before leaving Sunday we made the Olalla area rounds and got in visits with some of our favorite family/family friends - Hobie, Jim & Phebe, and Lynn & David. Hooray!
Last weekend we shirked all responsibility and headed West, to the water. Friday night Matt & I met up with L&V downtown at the ferry terminal. After a long journey, we arrived at Lance's parents place on Hood Canal. We were celebrating a few family birthdays, and had a delicious dinner as is par for the course at the Chisum's. Their place on the water is beautiful, and the boys decided that since we hadn't found mussels at the store the day before they would head outside and hack a few off the dock for dinner the next night. Why not?
After more delicious food the next morning we were off to Olalla. It was wonderful seeing Greg, Joann, and Ryan again and getting to catch up. Olalla is where tradition comes in. Winter is one of the few times a year when all of our friends are in one place for more than a few days at time. Last year we managed to scrounge up most of the crew and spent a weekend at my parents place in Olalla, feasting on some amazing paella courtesy of the Chisums. You can read about our non-adventures here.
This year we were able to gather even more people. The four of us set about chopping, arranging, and scrounging up 'beds' for ELEVEN people! Thanks Mom & Dad for sharing your home and being so trusting!
The paella was once again amazing, we took beach walks, played card games, read, lounged, had big fires, napped, danced, and caught up. There are some newer significant others (who we love), but many of us have known each other for eight years now. I'm so thankful to have such a fun, enduring group of friends who know each other so well and can come together to make a weekend like this happen! I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
Val pic
Before leaving Sunday we made the Olalla area rounds and got in visits with some of our favorite family/family friends - Hobie, Jim & Phebe, and Lynn & David. Hooray!




