We went hiking last week with a friend of mine from college, Jen, her son Jasper, who is in the midst of potty training, and my friend Nilda, who is from Brazil and visiting the US for the first time.  We drove and drove to the top of Blue Mountain in Olympic National Park.  When you're at the top, and it's clear, you can see all the way to Vancouver, BC, the Straits Juan de Fuca, Vancouver Island.  Unfortunately our day was not clear.  We could see about 10 feet in front of us, and we ended up temporarily losing Nilda, who as a Brazilian from near the equator, had never experienced such cold temperatures in her life.  The trail is a loop, but Nilda is learning English, and had not understood when we talked about it being a loop-she had thought we would turn around and go back.  So she sat down about half way through and waited for us.  Now she knows what a loops is. 

Jen's son, Jasper, takes a potty break, and gets a visit from a very friendly deer.