Last year, Clara, Wyatt, and I stumbled upon a much-loved tradition that locals have been carrying out for decades.
And now that we know, it’s one we’re adopting forever.
Now that we’re on my fifth column here at everyone’s favorite news site, you know a little more about the kids and me. Like how I’m a sucker for a historical throwback, Clara and Wyatt are officially willing to forgo swings for forests, and that we’re never too old for a fenced-in playground. But how about I take it one step further?
One thing I’ve noticed about Washington is the reminder that not all parks are playgrounds. What may seem like a simple synonym snafu is actually quite the conundrum when kids hear “park” and expect the slide-and-swing variety. Then again, the PNW might just sell us on the whole idea. Here’s why.
Being from Southern California, I’ve never lived in a town with bridges before. You know, besides the concrete jungle freeway overpass variety. But I’ve always been wowed by crossings that span a divide. And the surprisingly long, green-tone Tacoma Narrows Bridge, with its harrowing “Galloping Gertie” backstory, is no exception. Walking across the bridge was
After two decades of play, faded paint and missing parts, much of The Kids’ Gig local history is lost to Gig Harbor newcomers like us. Until now.
Hey, guys! The new year is officially upon us and I’m excited to be writing my very first column in Gig Harbor Now, sharing all the local places to take kids in 2023. But, before we move forward, let’s take a quick look back. Way back. All the way to 1915 – when the site of Gig Harbor’s present-day Crescent Creek Park first took shape.
