
Ok, here goes.
I got a very cool job working in the place that we wanted to live, and so we needed to move. Call up the in-laws "we're moving, can you help drive a truck?" Sure they can. We start to pack. Daughter 1 gets sick, the small one. Then, daughter 2 gets sick. Then Charli starts to not feel so good. Uh-Oh.
Moving day arrives, Charli is wiped out sick, I have loaded about 1/4 of this 28' truck the previous day, and the in-laws pop over to help out. Everything is in boxes, the truck is out front, the second car is loaded on the carrier, we are commited.
Then I get sick. Not your normal start-to-feel-bad-but-it's-ok-cause-it-will-take-3-days-to-get-really-bad sortof sick, no nononononono. I felt a little woozie at 11am, and by 2pm I was on my back incapacitated. I lose all sense of time, and find out that I hadn't moved, I had been laying on the ground, for 7 hours while my wife and mother in-law drove to our new place, and my father in-law (64 years young) unbelievably finishes loading the truck (I still can't thank you enough Wes!). Oh my.
The good thing about this flu (if you can call it good) is that it was, at least for me, very quick. At 8pm I was good enough to eat more than crackers and Gatorade (had a little fruit, yummy), and at 11pm I was good enough to drive that huge truck and trailer 3 hours to our new place. Once there I felt like a grease spot on the bottom of one of those truck tires, but I did make it there.
Then, to bed at about 3am and up again at 4:30am for the infant, and back to work, no more sleep for me. That day, recovering wife and I unloaded the truck, and now sick father in-law (not due to us, apparently he caught this from his sick secretary at home just before they left to come help us) slept for 2 days while the angel that is my mother in-law helped with the recovering children.
So how does this picture come into the story. Well, the very next day, we were feeling well enough (after having the kids sleep together for the first time ever, no baby in our room :) :) ) to take a walk, so we headed out the door on a little 10 minute drive to Bogachiel State Park for some light hiking, and on our way this little family gathering of the furry kind is what we spotted.
"Holy mother of pearl" I says as I whip the little car around for a second look at somewhat less than the speed limit (stopped in the middle of the highway in fact).
If this is what we see on our first day here, I am pretty certain we are in for more suprises.
Pat (now in Forks)