First Family Hike

This post will be the start of a series summarizing our summer adventures, as I continue to play catch up on our blog. This first adventure led us to the nearby Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge on a sunny day in June. The Refuge is home to several species of wild birds and animals. There is also a replica of a Chinook long house. Not far from this long house, Lewis & Clark stayed and traded with the Chinook people on their journey to the ocean. The remains of historic long houses are nearby and part of an archeological dig site (off limits to the casual visitor).

There is a short, mostly flat walking path that we "hiked" with the boys and Aunt Jenn. At the end, we found ourselves at the edge of one lake that is fed by the Columbia River.

Every since our visit, Nathan has spoken of returning and hiking with his Grandpa Murray. When warm weather returns, we'll have to plan another visit.

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