O.K. Mill Swimming Hole

Over the river and through the woods to our grandmother’s house we used to go. Literally! She lived way out in Machias, Wa and we would pass over the O.K. Mill bridge to get there every time. A landmark that helps me find my way back to my childhood. I spent the first day of…

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Depot Park

Depot Park in Everett, Wa is a labor of love. Back in 1997 a group of volunteers called Friends of the Olde Everett Station and the BNSF Railroad joined forces in transforming this small strip of abandoned land into a beautiful gathering place for the community. Sitting just South of the former Train station. Once…

Maggie’s Park

This is quite possibly the tiniest park I have ever laid eyes on! Maggie’s Park in Everett, Wa is just .15 acres and consists of a single picnic bench and a lone tree. It does, however, have decent views of Puget Sound with the BNSF railway in the foreground. After some research I discovered that…

Red Mountain Lookout

The hike to Red Mountain Lookout in the Glacier Peak Wilderness area of Washington is one that will bring you back in time. It’s one of the most remote areas of the state. The trail is swarmed with ancient old growth along with several culturally modified trees from early Native American inhabitants. Being there was…

Rhodes River Ranch

Do you want to impress your friends? Well, here’s my secret spot that will charm almost anyone. Rhodes River Ranch is nestled among the foothills of the North Cascades in the quaint little town of Oso, Wa. Your first impression upon driving up are acres of white fenced horse pasture, meticulous landscaping and a mountainous…

Foothills Park

I enjoy collecting adventures the same way some collect Star Wars figurines or old coins. Currently, I am after every Marysville, Wa park I can find. Today, I bagged Foothills Park in South Marysville. Just as predicted, it was beautiful and so well cared for. There isn’t really a parking lot for this park, and…

Deadwater Slough

With a name like Deadwater Slough one must wonder if somewhere in history there lies a story. I did some research and encountered trouble finding its origins, but what did surface was an account of the Tragedy at Deadwater Slough. It was the winter of 1917 and temperatures were nearing freezing. Somewhere around 1:30 a.m….