
Whelp, I can check off another state on my very short list of places I've visited. This weekend we drove up to Washington en route to the infamous Ape Caves. The drive was, of course, absolutely beautiful, as is everything in the Pacific NW. We made a quick stop at a river, apparently "home of the bull trout", and then made our way on some very windy roads, through some very tiny towns, and out to the caves. The caves are as hard to capture as they are to describe (especially considering my writing skills...). Here it goes: you begin by walking down a set of steep stairs and are instantly amazed at what you find. Although, should you be surprised? I mean, we knew we were coming to visit caves, but were still taken back by the enormity and darkness. We donned head lamps and bike lights and made our way over boulders, under water drops, and through narrow passageways. Every now and then you have to stop to shine your light around and remember that theres more than just the 2 foot perimeter you've been focusing on. Coming to the end is sort of bittersweet. As enjoyable as the adventure is, there's still a feeling of needing to get out...at least for me, I think Brian could have stayed the night. We made our way up the ladder and into the sunlight to enjoy a veggie wrap, pomegranate, and an eerie hike back.

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