Reflections On The Family Road TripPosted by Katrina Kennedy on Jul 19, 2014 in Blog, Personal | 21 comments
We arrived home from our Pacific Northwest road trip one week ago today. And, yes, I’ve been mourning our return home for seven days. Yes, I’ve been pouting like a three year old begrudingly returning to work, responsibilities, deadlines, and appointments.
Ridiculous, I know, but this was an incredible trip.
We drove over 3,000 miles, staying no more than two nights in any one location. We slept in hotels, on the ground, in a cabin, and in a real bed at my sister-in-law’s house.
There was family time. There was friend time. There was great food and drink. I spent quality time with my camera, photographing beautiful sites, wildlife, beaches, water, and more beaches. We saw whales, bald eagles, elk, deer, puffins, banana slugs, and a peregrine falcon. I read. We journaled. We went for walks and we sat on hotel beds and watched back to back episodes of chopped.
We watched an elk walk THROUGH our campsite. I had a meltdown in Astoria, Oregon. I navigated us through 15 days without a master plan and with no reservations.
There are so many stories to tell. So many memories we made as a family. So many things we’d love to do again (and a few we will avoid).
For now, I’ll let my photos tell the stories.
Dinner at Caldera Brewing and after dinner meditation in Ashland, Oregon. This kid knows how to travel!
Meeting my friend Jessica in Eugene, Oregon. Read her story of our visit here. She almost convinced us to move.
Exploring Powell’s Bookstore in Portland, Oregon.
Zip lining at his cousin’s house in Seattle. Doing it in costume is even better.
A relaxing two days in a cabin at Cama Beach.
Taking Ian to the top of the Space Needle.
Wandering through the Chihuly Garden and Glass Museum and finding a family reflection. It was a photographer’s dream spot! My poor boys had to drag me away as I called out, “just one more photo.”
Camping and hiking with Shea’s parents. They’ve spent the summer in Washington for years as campground hosts. This was our first time visiting their campground.
The beautiful view at Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic National Park.
The elk that insisted on walking through our campsite in the Hoh Rainforst.
The beautiful sunset in Newport, Oregon at the bridge by Rogue Brewing.
The view from our room in Newport, Oregon. I didn’t want to leave.
The local flavor in Ahsland, Oregon on the last day of our vacation.