Yesterday we took Oliver on a hike into the Olympic National Park with some of the other residents from the hospital. We got him a backpack to sit in, packed some other supplies and hoped for the best. The drive to the beginning of the trail was about two hours and he was fussy the whole way there so we were worried at the start, but once he got in the backpack he started looking around and was hooting up a storm. It was about eight miles round trip, with some pretty steep declines into a valley where there is a glacial lake.
This was the start of the trail. Great view of the Olympic mountains.. 
He got tired and took a nap just before we got to the lake. Then he slept in the backpack while we ate lunch and rested. I'm so glad that we decided to get a pack with a frame so that it could stand up like this. 
This is Evi, one of the resident's wives. They live right around the corner from us and we were really excited that they were on this hike too! 
After he woke up it was time to explore. He hooted around all over the place, picking up rocks, climbing on everything, he was so cute. 
As we were leaving a family of three white mountain goats strolled past. I've never seen real mountain goats before and I was amazed at how beefy they were. I was hoping they weren't going to try and ram us from behind during this picture. 
This is Oliver's victory picture. He got fussy about 2/3 of the way back, but did awesome. The return hike was tough with steep switch-backs up the final ascent. Doro and I drank glacial fresh glacial water out of a stream that was the best water we have ever tasted. 
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