We all headed out to Baker City, OR (Joe's hometown) for a day last weekend. We enjoyed a picnic along the Powder River, and a delightful nature walk. The path we were on couldn't have been more than 1.5miles, but with Rockwell it took us at least 2 hours. He had to overturn every rock, pull up every plant, and inspect every bug. This picture of him pretty much sums that up. He was so happy and excited during our little hike it made it one of the most enjoyable nature walk we had all ever been on.
Warren's scouting out the trail ahead.
If you look closely you can see the hard work of Dan's (Joe's older brother) eagle project. The bird houses are still there. This picture was taken especially for you Dan-
The biggest wishing flower we have ever seen!
WARNING: If the viewer is sicked out about snakes, scroll past the next photo
How brave is my boy? Holding his first snake was no big deal. Let's be honest, he was calmer than his dad over the whole ordeal.
3 Generations of pretty great guys.
Have I mentioned that Rocky's new best friend is his grandma?
When I asked Margaret to take a family picture for us, Rocky with his fingers in Joe's eyes and nose is not what I had in mind. But I like it.
Stop #2 on our day was Phillips Lake. This is Joe's favorite cliff jumping spot.
Joe is checking out the infamous spot where his big brother Dan took a spill down the cliff when they were teenagers, hitting his head on some rocks. Joe jumped in after him and pretty much saved his life. Rocky don't get any ideas.
Ever since I have known Joe he has talked about this camping spot he and his buddies used to go to during their high school years. I finally got to see it. It is so high up in the mountains, and the road is so rough to get up there, it hadn't seen enough foot traffic these past 10 years to change the way it looked.
Rock is holding the arrow I found in the ground at the camp spot. It was an excellent parting gift from the ol' campsite, especially since it is the exact weight that Joe uses on his bows!
A pretty great view from up there.
I have always loved the memories from my childhood- growing up in the Bay Area was incredible and I have never wanted anything different- But on days like this where I get to see the beauty and rugged nature that Joe got to make his playground growing up, I think I do get a little jelous that some of those aren't my memories.
We ended the day at the Baker High School football stadium to cheer on the Bulldogs. There's no need to mention they didn't win- or that it wasn't even a close game. It was a fabulous day catching up with old friends and checking out all of Joe's old stompin grounds.