Now, Where Were We?

Instead of playing catch-up, we'll just go from here. Last weekend we went camping at Potholes State Park. Things started off a bit rough when we got to our reserved camp-site and found a Killdeer's nest in the middle of camp. The parents protecting their little nest of 4 eggs were hard to ignore. So, we went back to the front gate and were able to get a different site. Once at our site we were immediately attacked by millions of mosquitos. We drowned our kids in bug spray, but our little skirt wearers really got eaten alive. Then as we settled in our tent for the night, someone pulls into the site next to us and is setting up their camp at 10:30 while listening to their fav. country songs blaring in the background. After starting their fire they then realized that the site they were in was reserved. We heard them talking about moving their fire to another fire ring. Then dumb and dumber got out their ax and started chopping wood. Seriously?!?! Why did we go camping again? Brian went over and luckily they quited down pretty quick. I thought for sure we'd be packin up in the morning and going anywhere but there. Luckily, Saturday was better and we did a few little hikes and then took a family nap in the afternoon. By the time we had S'mores life was good again and memories of mosquitos and foul-mouthed drunk men were slipping away.

Sunday we went to the Gingko Petrified Forest. SM photo-bombing RR. Love it!

We told the girls we had one more stop, and that it was a surprise. They kept seeing a sign for Wild Horse something, so they thought we were going horse-back riding for sure. Unfortunately for them, we were headed to the Wild Horse Wind Farm. Brian and I thought it was really cool and learned a lot about wind energy, but a few of the girls were crying, because there were no horses. I asked the lady at the front desk where the horses were and she said that the name of the mountain is the Whiskey-Dick Mountain, but that the owners didn't want to use that name, so instead they went with Wild Horse, because there were wild horses in that area about 90 years ago.

It was cool being that close to the windmills. It was nice to be in warm sunny weather while Seattle was getting rained on. I think it's safe to say that we won't be going to Eastern WA again anytime soon, but we're glad we went.