A few weeks ago we were invited to visit the Issaquah home of some friends of ours. Their parents / in-laws are very creative and constructed a gorgeous treehouse in the bottom of the garden for their grandchildren to enjoy. Its whimsical and magical, overlooking a ravine and in the trees at the same time.
At first, Wren was apprehensive about climbing the curved wooden staircase which has a railing on only one side. However, by the end of the day he was very confident. The house was unlike anything I have seen outside a coffee table book. The windows open and have glass panes. There is a built in bunk or two and a flying-fox from up the lawn to hit you into a large tree (if you don't put your feet out).
|"Don't look, DON'T LOOK, I am not ready. You can't see me!" Wren hides his face because he wants me to film him climbing UP the stairs, rather than descending.|
The kids played hide-and-seek and hot-tubbed as well as eating a lot and watching movies on a big screen TV.
Another excitement was the golf-cart. The family has a golf-cart to make the journey down the steep lane to the access road where the mail is left. Neither Frost nor Wren had ever ridden on a golf-cart - and the excitement was our equivalent of a trip to a horse-ranch.
Pascal took the kids on a ride down the lane on the cart while I took pictures of slugs, kids and fungi with the new camera.
|Frost enjoys the thrill of golf-cart speed.|