Our trip route for Day 1
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Image courtesty of KayakSuccor (aka R. Darling)
Saturday morning came early. A little too early actually. The original plan for our trip had been to meet my FIL in La Conner, WA at 8 AM on Saturday morning June 7. The weather forecast for Saturday had been vacillating between decent and not-so-decent (swells and higher winds predicted) so plans were changed to leave on Sunday. Friday night around 5 or 6 PM, after we’d slacked off on our packing all day thinking we had all day Saturday to pack, my FIL called and decided the weather was good enough to leave on Saturday after all. Mild panic ensued and we spent all of Friday night and into the wee hours of the morning getting our shit together (so to speak).
The next morning (Saturday) revealed a comedy of errors that to this day really still doesn’t seem that funny. They say time and distance add humor to a situation but we’ll have to wait and see on that one. Everything was loaded and the dogs piled into the truck exactly on time. As we were headed to the kennel, R. Darling reached over and patted my hand and told me how he loved knowing that he could rely on me when times were stressed, that he always knew I would get things done and be organized. Foreshadowing anyone? We get to the kennel (about 20 min. from our house) only to discover that we didn’t have the paperwork from our regular vet documenting their vaccines against common kenneling diseases. Guess who was responsible for that little treasure? Guess who didn’t have that little lovely on their list? O.k. 20 minutes back home to get the paper and “I know just where it is“, proved to be “Where the hell is it?!”. Shit. Someone is about to report a domestic next door. But I find it (Actually filed away? What the….?) and we drive 20 minutes back to the kennel and drop off the pooches. Driving back towards our house now (on the way to the freeway), we realize we have forgotten our pillows and DVD’s. Craps. Back to the house.
By now we are close to 2 hours late and feeling pretty stressed. But we get to the boat in one piece, load up our stuff and are headed out of La Conner through Swinomish Channel by about 1:30 PM. The tide was amazingly low and at times, there was only about 6 feet of water beneath our hull. Yikes. But we navigated it safely and made our way into Padilla Bay and then Guemes Channel headed for Friday Harbor, WA on San Juan Island. We decided to make this day a short one due to our late start and by the time we arrived in Friday Harbor (around 3:30 PM) we were ready to call it a day. I rode the whole way on the flybridge with R. Darling and FIL, and worked on a Warm Woolies sock when it got a little choppy to keep from getting queasy.
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After the most ginormous bacon cheeseburgers evah at Herb’s Tavern, we had a little walk around town (literally a little walk – it couldn’t have taken us more than 15 min. or so, at a leisurely pace, to navigate the two main streets lined with closed shops). My FIL grew up here so he told us which stores he remembered being where, and a little about his time here. R. Darling kept marveling over how many cars parked on the street had keys in the ignition. It probably would have been easier to count the ones that didn’t. Then we walked down to the waterfront and had some ice cream even though our sides were pretty much bursting (this explains the extra 4 lbs of fat I came home with….) and walked back to the boat to watch a movie and head to bed. A nice easy start to a much needed vacation.
Here’s some photos from our first day and if you want to read a different perspective (possibly more technical) check out R. Darling’s bloggy.
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I had to throw that last one in there because for some inexplicable reason, anything to do with poo, and funny names for its disposal, just makes me laugh….