A couple of hours into the 2004 trip to the redwoods, we stopped at a park (the voice in my head is telling me it was something like “Humbug Mountain State Park”, but that could be not quite right). I think we stopped for lunch and a bathroom break, and to wade in the stream.
One of my purposes for the hubcrate.com site is sharing family photos. The majority of photos that have been taken were around special family events, and most of those seem to be when we are on vacation. Possibly that is when Dad is out of his everyday routine, and more in picture-taking mode.
The next series of photos that I’ll post are dated September 2004, and were taken during a day trip down the Oregon coast into the California redwoods. To kick things off, here’s a picture of the kids (less Heidi who was a young toddler at the time). True to form, Rett can’t keep a straight face while there is a photo-op going on.
We (the Ben Huber family, less the two older sons) spent the day on Sunday, May 27th at Cam & Coralie’s place, eating, fellow-shipping, playing board games, climbing on dirt piles, riding their quad. Here’s some pictures (with of course, Pixlr-o-matic effects applied):
We got home really, really late, but a wonderful day was had by all.
While I was replacing an old faucet the other day, Brock was hanging around, and climbing on me. I ended up taking the faucet all apart, and ended up with ‘Mr Tap’. I don’t remember the conversations, but Brock and Mr Tap ended up having a couple of them…
Hurrah for Aunt Marta, as she has provided a whole bunch of additional pictures from the Dunebuggy day back in September 2004, including a couple of them with me in it (that’s not so much the hurrah part – as seeing some pics of it that I haven’t seen before). So, here they are, along with a couple of interspersed remembrances.
I had noticed this in one of the pictures earlier, but it wasn’t as obvious as it is in this one. Danaya was a little too short to reach the gas and brake pedals, so the people who rented us the dune buggy also provided a thick piece of foam, which Danaya had behind her back. This allowed her to operate the dune buggy reasonably comfortably.
From the parking lot, there was a sanded ramp up to the dunes (and on the way back, down from the sand dunes). On the first run that Danaya and I did (I think the runs out onto the dunes and all the way to the beach probably lasted about 30 minutes or so), we were on our way back. At the bottom of the ramp is a stop sign, where the ramp intersects with the road leading to the parking lot. I was in the lead, and obediently stopped. Danaya zoomed right by me out into the parking lot, being blissfully unaware of the stop sign. Thankfully there wasn’t any traffic going by at the same time.
Keeping with the current mini-theme of boys, rocks, and riverbanks – here is a picture of Davison from the oft-mentioned Carseland day trip. This particular section had a dearth of thowable sized rocks – although Davison seemed to gravitate toward rocks at the upper end of his lifting/throwing range as they made much bigger splashes.
This morning I thought I would write a poem about little boys throwing rocks into the river, but I have some leaking faucets to replace.
This morning, I jotted down some ideas, but Mikaela and Daelynn really want me to help them build an outdoor cage for their guinea pigs.
This morning, I copied and pasted in a poem about little boys (but it was too trite and played on your emotions, much like this post) and I didn’t have time to write the poem that I really wanted to write (you didn’t know I was a poet, did you? – actually I’m not) because I have a van load of junk to haul to the dump.
Someday, when I am a Grandpa, I will take my son and grandson to the river, and while Uncle Brock supplies his nephew with an unending pile of rocks to throw into the river, I will sit in the shade and write a poem about little boys throwing rocks into the river, how they never tire of it, and how the river never tires of it either, supplying them with a seemingly endless supply of stones on its riverbank.
I think we’ve covered everyone who was driving dune buggies on said September day in 2004 (except for Ben, who surprisingly enough did not take any pictures of himself). Here’s a picture of the youngest person there to don a helmet, Mikaela, who was having problems seeing out of the helmet, let alone over the dashboard.
I do have one more picture of Danaya that I want to post along with a couple of stories, but I’ll leave that one for tomorrow.