There Are No Playgounds At Nat'l Parks. Waa, waa...

Last week we took my dad and the kids on a short overnight road trip to different areas of the Olympic National Park. It was beautiful. We got amazing pictures. But it was not without whining, tears, and headaches.

The worst part of the trip was the overnight part. For some reason, this time at a hotel was a nightmare. A living nightmare since there was no sleep involved. Amelia would not sleep and John ended up in the van with her to not disturb others in the hotel. He figured she would fall asleep while driving around Forks for three hours. He was wrong. I have no idea how she kept going through the next day, but she did.

Somehow we made it through the second day, to the beach and up a 17 mile road to the top of the mountains.  This day was the hardest because the kids didn't understand that there are no playgrounds at national parks. The whole day they were saying, "Where's the playgound? I want to go to the park!"

It really was worth it for the pictures, though:
(Can you tell Evan didn't want to pose for pictures?)