I just
got home from 3 days in Larrabee State Park near Bellingham, WA. My kid
and I made the drive for the Seattle Vegan Families Group’s annual
camping trip. The hazardous smoke cleared just in time, and we donned
our rain gear and celebrated at a group campsite with 10 or so other
vegan families.
It was a seriously awesome time: epic views, vegan s’mores, kids and dogs (and grownups) running wild in a car-less wonderland.
What
surprised me though, was that my kid, being her usual awesome self,
seemed to be the worst at sharing and the quickest to fuss. It’s not
that she was on hard mode, but that we were surrounded by the sweetest,
most generous group of kids we’ve ever had to pleasure to be around.
Read the rest on Medium! Remember, you can applaud up to 50 times!
Tzivia, sleeping through train noise, in our tent at the Vegan Families Camping Trip
I share a personal story in this one. Now that I've been vegan most of my life, I don't worry about this sort of stuff as much, but it really got to me at the time.
I guess people are always going to be protective of the things that are important to them. And for some vegans, especially new vegans, that means being protective of veganism as they understand it, without room for nuance.
Anyway, here's a picture I took in 2007, when I was brand new in Seattle:
And here are some strawberries we picked from our yard this week!
