This week’s adventure took us to Olympic Game Farm in Sequim. Though SB was initially reluctant (he’s 15; really, what else would I expect?), we all piled into the car early this morning and headed out on the ferry. Turns out the early start was a good move, because by our second round through the park (and 6 loaves of bread later), the animals were significantly less hungry than on our first round, in which we were one of the first cars. The yaks were actually mellow the whole time and were definitely my favorite. The bison? More like aggressive panhandlers. And their tongues? Truly amazing. Very rough and dry on the top, but extremely slimy on the bottom (Brock told me I “had to” grab one. Not one to back down from a challenge…yeah, you know). We all ended up laughing so hard we could barely breathe..and SB conceded that he had a great time.
I’m working back at a medical clinic now, which is banker’s hours and feels a little strange. But having the structure of predictable weekends is kinda cool because Brock and I make a point of having at least one adventure every time. I’ve been working on a list of everything I’ve always wanted to do in the Puget Sound area and now that I have the best playmate ever, we’re getting them done!