The day before we visited Mt. St. Helens we took our third annual trip to the Enchanted Forest, just outside of Salem. This year my little sister’s family was sick, so she sadly couldn’t make it. We missed them so much! But our cousin Karen and her sweet kiddos were able to come, which was really nice. It amazes me how the Enchanted Forest has hardly changed since the 1980s. The same smell, the same rides, the same hokey fairy tale displays which looked old fashioned even thirty years ago. And it is still just as fun. As per usual we arrived at opening and stayed until past closing time (the staff was so nice about our lingering about), but even eight hours seemed too short.
When my cousins, sisters, and I were little we always lined up on a fence, youngest to oldest for a group photo. The past two years we tried to recreate that picture with our own kids, but it never really worked out. Hard for the little guys to sit up high on the fence, and someone always ended up with there face in a spot of sun. This year we crazily broke tradition and had the kids stand in front of the teepee. Scratch that. We didn’t break tradition, just started a new one. More photos on Flickr.