We just came back from four tribal days with friends in Port Townsend. 
Leaving urbanity, Simone says, “The pointy tower is shrinking away.” Suddenly I am thinking about the rock climbing tent we’ll be sleeping in for the next four or five nights. I’m hoping it is at least a two person tent. I grabbed a bunch of stuff that looked like camping gear and jumped in the car. I love that. Life is so frigging good, that we can just grab a bunch of stuff and set off on a camping trip without worrying about provisions or staying warm. (No, I did not bring a cook stove or…hmm.)
Everything turned out fine. We relied heavily on the kindness of strangers until our clan arrived. What we didn’t have in camping equipment we made up for in games, toys and grocery goodies. Besides…it was deliciously sunny. Finally, summer has come!
The kids went feral. Here is Simone and her friend Delphine on the beach. The adults went looney too. A massive water fight with flying buckets of water broke out among the kids and quickly was taken over and amped up by the adults. (more images forthcoming)