On the way there, we stopped and took a picture with an old friend. This giraffe statue is midway between Spokane and Newport (where we grew up) and my siblings and I used to watch for it every time we passed along this particular stretch of highway...which was often. Sometimes we'd say "I'm not going to look at the giraffe this time!" but when we'd get to it, it was like our eyes couldn't help but sneak a peek. "Giraffe!" someone would say, and we would all look to him, forever displayed in a lonely field by the highway. Hello old friend! It's good to see you again.
This was part of the trail between his Grandmother's place and his mother's place. It is well-overgrown now.
The boys found some flowers to pick.
This is the field where their family garden used to be, and behind it, by the trees, where his mother's trailer was.