I would love to say that the trip was idyllic and perfect. Like most events involving people (especially one who didn’t want to be there and was negative, cutting and angry the whole time), it had its beautiful ups and some terrific downs. I can’t go into any details except to express my disappointment and shock and my sinking feeling that this will have long-lasting ramifications. Vagueblogging, eh?
This boy loved the ferry and kept asking us numerous times on the 3-hour drive up there, “When will we get on the boat?”
This is our boat, the Samish. It was HUGE! I very much enjoyed the no-nonsense attitude of the WSDOT employees who called out a Ford pick-up whose car alarm kept going off, as well as an Audi from Oregon, “You will need to go and sit in your car for the rest of the trip since you can’t turn off your alarm.” I was also amused at docking when the foot passengers were firmly instructed, “Unless you get off NOW, you will then be waiting for 160 cars to leave this boat!”
Later on from Friday Harbor, we watched our ferry come in with another load.
On their whale watching tour the day before we arrived, Older Daughter and family saw orcas and porpoises. The boys were thrilled!
Have I ever mentioned that blue is my favorite color? 🙂
This is the view from OD’s campsite of the lodge where I stayed. I’m the far left top room. It was quite a luxurious room with a comfortable pillow top bed and large deck. It also had internet and electricity, unlike the glamping tents where the daughters were. However, I only went back here to sleep, so it was kind of a waste of money.
This photo doesn’t do the place justice.
As expensively rustic as the lodge was, I never saw another soul there. It was beyond quiet, almost creepy.
I sent this morning photo to John to let him know that I’d finally figured out the Keurig coffee maker. You have to do everything in the correct order, or you get NOTHING. The resort had a breakfast mess tent for everyone where we had excellent food choices, and then we would head for the general store for a decent espresso.
I can’t possibly list all the outdoor activities for families and kids at this place: water stuff like rowboats, pedal boats, water trikes, as well as volleyball, swimming, soccer, full size chess and checkers, a putting green, fishing, etc. Or simply sitting around a fire with a package of graham crackers, some chocolate bars and a bag of marshmallows.
We had to try the local brewery. The food was decent and the Mexican dark lager I ordered was a win.
However, the Salty Fox coffee shop can’t spell my name. It’s not the first time I’ve been Magret–which is better than Morgrat, or that one time that I was Barbara. Hmmm.
The highlights mostly involved spending time with my grandsons and daughters. We had some hilarious conversations around the campfire.
I still didn’t achieve that four grandson photo I’ve been craving. Anders was off doing his own thing; he’s very three!
Isn’t this touching? It’s the three oldest grandsons’ special stuffies: Anders’ brown rabbit, Sharky’s yellowish Roary and Obro’s white Roary. I was never into stuffed animals myself; I had a precious (and bedraggled) blankie.
In home news, my deck is finished: a few boards repaired, cleaned off and re-stained. It still looks decent for a thirty-year-old deck. Now I have to figure out how to put the table back up there. I think I’ll wait for John.
I saw this sunrise a few nights ago and drove around my neighborhood to try to capture its beauty. When I was young, this is what I thought heaven looked like.
I came home from the San Juans to this explosion of flowers. There is already one dead one, but more will bloom.
Perhaps that can give me some hope for the tense situation I described at the beginning of this post. But sometimes, too many bridges have been burned.
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