This was my fifth Mom’s Weekend at WSU, and it was another memorable one. The weather was perfect for the five and a half hour drive over, sunny and clear. I rolled into Pullman at about 5:30, and lucked into a parking space right in front of Sarah’s apartment. I had my suitcase and 12-page, highlighted program of Mom’s Weekend events in hand.
Johnny had a “new” restaurant to take us to for dinner, Gambino’s, in Moscow, Idaho. We mistakenly thought it would be less crowded than eating in Pullman, but the food was excellent for our party of six: Sarah K. and her mom, Gerri, and Johnny; Sarah S. and her boyfriend, Andy, and me. Fettucine was twirled, and pizza munched on as we traded funny stories about our kids’ growing up. I announced that it wouldn't be a successful Mom's Weekend unless I got ice cream from Ferdinand's Ice Cream Shoppe.
Johnny and his girlfriend Sarah had plans for her mom and me the next morning. To my surprise, they included waking up early and hiking. Johnny’s a night owl. I’m a recovering night owl. Neither of us are particularly outdoorsy. (I know, we should be kicked out of Washington for that!)
As we ate breakfast at McDonald’s he recalled (not fondly) his father and I dragging him snowshoeing up Mt. Rainier after he’d stayed up until 3 a.m. the “night” before. He remembered one of the people we’d been with that day who kept lecturing about “glissading” down the mountain. He used technical terms to clarify for Sarah and her mom that glissading amounted to sliding down a snowy mountain on your butt.
In the Mom’s Weekend list of events, a hike and yoga at Kamiak Butte was listed, but we didn’t sign up for their tour. We'd do our own thing. Kamiak Butte is a National Natural Landmark, located midway between the towns of Pullman and Palouse. After Johnny scared us by nonchalantly saying that a rumbling noise in a dumpster was a bear when it was really a Bobcat forklift vehicle behind the dumpster, we started hiking up the trail.
Johnny said that he thought it was about a ½ mile hike. I waited until we got started to break the news to him that in the program it said it was a five mile hike. The trail switch-backed up higher and higher through a quiet forest. To my eyes, it didn’t look that steep, but my legs and lungs said otherwise. The temperature was perfect for a hike—in the 50s. I had worn a fleece pullover that I’d take off in the sunshine, then put back on in the shade.
I huffed and puffed up to “the top.” The view of three states: Washington, Idaho, and Oregon, was spectacular. WSU was down there, nestled in the rolling hills of the Palouse. There was a family near us taking graduation pictures of their son in his cap and gown. We had two seniors with us, but hadn’t thought of hiking with graduation gear. I was just proud of myself for remembering to bring running shoes.
The palouse wasn't this green when we were up on Kamiak Butte, but it was still impressive. That's WSU in the center. |
Laura and Johnny, Kamiak Butte. |
We came around a bend and spotted snow still blanketing the forest, true to Johnny’s prediction. Then a movement caught our eyes. A tiny chipmunk with black stripes down its back, flitted in and out of a pile of fallen logs, peeking at us.
Our chipmunk friend. |
Chipmunk photos taken by Sarah Kemp. |
Gerri and Sarah, Kamiak Butte, WA. |
The moms: Laura and Gerri make it to the top of Kamiak Butte. |
After squeezing in some shopping at the Moscow Mall, we all met at Johnny’s apartment where we found out that Kamiak Butte’s elevation is 3641 feet. Snoqualmie Pass is 3022 feet high. No wonder this sea-level girl was winded!
We made a sudden, semi-panicked attempt to get WSU’s creamery ice cream 15 minutes before Ferdinand’s closed, bolting out of the apartment. But when we got there, the line of other ice cream desperate moms stretched way out into the parking lot. I’d just have to do without their famous ice cream.
Instead, we visited the grizzly bears at the vet school. Three baby cubs frolicked and tripped over one another. Two teenaged-looking bears stood up on their hind legs, and wrestled as we watched with our faces pressed up against the chain link fence.
Back at his apartment, Johnny and Sarah K. made us Chicken Marsala, salad, and homemade bread for dinner. His other roommate Marissa’s mom, step-dad, boyfriend, and Dalmatian were there too, and we all couldn’t stop laughing at Bill Engvall’s standup routine on Netflix. (Dexter, the Dalmatian didn’t laugh much.)
After dinner, we went to Sarah’s apartment. At 1:00 in the morning, we were still talking, playing with makeup, and painting fingernails with OPI’s Suzi Sells Sushi Down by the Seashore.
Kimbrough Hall, WSU, Pullman |
We made an intense, quick shopping trip through Wal-Mart to get them both stocked up again. Sarah and I had our picture taken by a professional photographer at the Bookie.
Sarah, Laura and Johnny Stark at Dupus Boomers. |
Mom and her two cougars: Johnny, and Sarah Stark outside the Cub Union on Mom's Weekend. |