Last weekend I had the chance to go camping
with my parents, Phil, Izak, and Genevieve while Barry went camping for Adam’s bachelor party. My family headed to one of the most beautiful places, Neah Bay.
We’ve been going out to 
Hobuck for years and even 
have pictures of us as kids there. (Specifically shots of Izak…) There is a special campsite that, quite frankly, I consider ‘ours.’ By the time that Izak and I rolled in late Friday night 
my parents had already 
put some signature Elvrum/Lowman stamps on the site: rearranging the campfire, collecting buoys, and even making a sculpture out of sand dollars, rocks, and other 
beach findings.
After the Sparky & Sydney reunion on Saturday morning we headed down the beach to check out the neighboring coves. Sydney really doesn’t have an ‘off’ switch on the beach.
She just keeps going, and going, 
and going, and, well, you get the idea. Izak brought his frisbee and he and Phil spent their time throwing it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth….oh, well, again, you get the idea.
A couple years ago we went to Hobuck with the intent of having a fun-filled weekend, but it was raining so hard that we were forced to hang tarps everywhere! I remember waking up to my dad and brothers
working hard to get the rigging just right, a depressing sight in August.
I’m not a huge meat eater, I love seafood very, very much
, but Phil has a 
passion for meat in all forms. I believe that his first word was ‘meat’ as a child, that is how strongly he feels about meat. I don’t remember eating a whole lot of meat growing up. Tofu? Crab? Vegetables? Rice cakes? Yes, yes, yes and yes. I do remember, however, cooking steak over the campfire with my family as a teenager at Hobuck.
I think the best part about the trip was that we all made an effort to be there. I hope we always do this.