Now if this isn't summer, what is?
Three cars and an hour plus of driving delivered us to an old favorite spot: my great uncle's acreage in rural Oregon. This is a special place I've been enjoying spending time at since I was my children's age.
A creek, swimming hole, swinging bridge, trails reaching deep into the woods and even a cave...what is not to love!
On the other side of the bridge is a cave...
...full of old relics.
I recall camping out here one night when much younger than Max.
And I didn't like crossing that swinging bridge at that time, let me tell you!
I can't wait to go back again.