“By the sea, By the sea, By the beautiful sea; You and me, You and me, Oh how happy we’ll be.” There is a song, I think from the 20’s, with this line – and this is about all I can remember from when my mother was playing the “oldies” in the 40’s & 50’s.
WP Weekly Photo Challenge is “Sea” and we are by a sea that we don’t see very often – the Pacific. How different from the Great Lakes’ Shorelines and the Gulf Coast of Florida. We don’t normally see a rocky beach.
The sea smell is different and this surprises me because I spend time near the salt water Gulf of Mexico. Where we are now has a stronger smell of fish and seaweed and salt. I always take in great big, deep breaths when I am close to large bodies of water and the smell feels familiar to me even if it isn’t.
There also is a lot of driftwood where we are in Northwest Washington.
I remember when I wanted to decorate our yard with driftwood, big pieces that had washed up on the the Lake Michigan and Lake Superior shores. I really wanted them but J. didn’t think hauling it up from the beach and then transporting it home was a good idea. I think he remembers too, because he asked if I wanted to take some home when we passed a big pile of it today. He must be confident that 30-some years have cured that crazy obsession. I am finding it a little tempting because there is so much of it on the beach here, and he has a bigger truck bed…
A similarity between the Pacific coast and the other coasts I love is the presence of lighthouses. Michigan has a lot of them and I have collected pictures of several. Yesterday I took this picture of the Admiralty Head Lighthouse that operated from 1860-1903.
Next to the lighthouse is a bunker with big guns – at first we assumed they were from WWII but these were actually built in 1906 and decommissioned in 1951. The forts were built to protect the passage to the Bremerton Navel Ship Yards across the Puget Sound from Seattle. I am uncomfortable with war and the machinery of war, but then remembered that Michigan has forts on it’s “seas” although from an earlier period and made of logs. I guess each country has to protect it’s borders from other people who don’t play nice and that includes invasion by “sea”. As I have gotten older and know more I realize that there aren’t many time when it is easy to tell the good guys from the bad guys – history books are biased by who is telling the story. Did I say I don’t like war?
I am in a peaceful, happy mood today so enough about war and forts. I offer you the “sea” version of the peace dove.
But even these have stolen a pork chop from my grill and a slice of pizza from my hand. Life is messy.
We arrived on Whidbey Island, Washington, on Wednesday and knew we should settle down for Labor Day weekend. The Deception Pass State Park could only give us the first two nights, but we got the last site for the holiday weekend at the private park across the road. We felt very lucky and are finding that the island has a lot to keep us occupied. I’m happy because I needed a rest from daily travel.
Today we were out exploring, turned down a street to see if I could get a shot of an interesting barn, and there was an old orchard with lots of old, rusty farm implements. J. loves these sorts of things so he pulled over and I grabbed my camera.
This island is an important tourist destination, but it still maintains many of the characteristics from its history. One of these is farming – there are still fields and cows and barns and orchards. Peaches, corn, and blueberries are at the farm market down the road. And these farm implements are a reminder that Whitbey is a farming area.
Here is a gallery of photographs I have collected in my travels down US 2 and Washington 20 from Michigan to Washington. It was a beautiful drive with lots of prairie and mountains, but sometimes it is the up-close that holds beauty for me. Most of these are from camp grounds we stayed in and some from stops in between.
Cabin at St. Mary on east side of Glacier.
Cascade Mountain Bench
Tent at Idaho campground
Logs for fireplace at McDonald Lodge, Glacier
Gate in North Dakota town.
Pumpkins ripening in Washington
Work truck in Washington campground.
Message found while waiting for Mr. B to get a new tire for our trailer.
Window at Lake McDonald Lodge in eastern Glacier National Park.
Once a week, usually, we go out to eat and it is called date night. It actually started a long, long time ago when we had three kids at home, I was in graduate school, and hubby was working long hours. We had a standing date, on Thursdays, to go out to eat, just the two of us, every week. It didn’t have to be a fancy restaurant and we couldn’t spend much money because we didn’t have much. But we wanted to keep in touch so we wouldn’t forget why we had fallen in love.
We got married young, around 20, and still had a lot of maturing to do. We needed to change as we worked our jobs, had our babies, and I went back to school. Hubby was told by some of his co-workers that I would leave him as soon as I got my degree. It wasn’t my plan, but it scared us anyway. I didn’t want to wake up one morning, look at each other, and realize that we were strangers living together, strangers who didn’t like each other any more.
We do still like each other and are still going out for date night. We still enjoy being together and have a lot of fun. Last night we decided it was date night to celebrate our last night at Glacier Park. We drove down the road to St. Mary to see what was available. St. Mary is small, not very touristy in spite of the fact that it is full of tourists. It didn’t take long to explore our options; the lodge, a somewhat dumpy looking bar, and the little place with lots of cars around it. That is where we went.
I had a bison burger, hubby a beef burger, and we both were naughty and had fries. It was so busy that we sat at the counter and that provided our entertainment as we watched the cooks and servers do their jobs. We also got to know each other a little better and confirmed that we still like each other – even more than before. As Paul Simon sang, “Still Crazy After all These Years.”
The best part of the evening was sharing a piece of razzleberry pie ala mode. Well almost the best part.