Our first stop was to the Olympic Game Farm, a must see for anyone in the Pacific Northwest (and, frankly, a must see for pretty much anyone, period). I thought Lucy’s head would explode from excitement every time she saw/fed a new animal.

The joy in this picture was inspired by these guys:

And this guy:

And him:

Lucy and Aunt Robin with a friendly sheep:
Lucy had a great time exploring the big trees that seem to be everywhere in the area, and it was even better that her cousins were all there too:

We also spend some time at the beach exploring tide pools, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lucy quite so engrossed and happy and just blissed out in general. She was wet from head to toe within minutes, and at one point I looked up and she was on all fours, sticking her head in one of the tide pools. Too bad I was too busy grabbing her to get a picture.





Happy, happy, happy.