It was the day after Memorial Day, so the hordes had departed.
Good thing, too, because this made it easier to hear the roofers. There is nothing like the smell of bacon cooking over an open camp stove, with the sun glistening through dew-laden cedar needles, and the staccato of hammers, mercilessly attacking roofing nails, to complete the scene.
What to do? Enjoy breakfast and depart for other environs. We piled into TinMan and made for the park’s West Beach area, which promised an American Disabilities Act-compliant trail gentle enough to accommodate Wally’s stroller. Yes, Wally has a stroller — he was born with a neuro-muscular problem that precludes long walks for him, and I was born with a laziness problem that precludes me carrying him for long distances.
We enjoyed a picnic lunch — and an air show put on by jet fighters from the nearby Whidbey Naval Air Station — at a weathered picnic table right on the white sand. Then, we took off — all of us on foot, at first.
Our walk took us first past a small swimming beach on freshwater Cranberry Lake. There plenty of birds about — we heard kingfishers and spotted some killdeer — and this fellow was there, with plenty of siblings and a parent or two.
Toward the end of our stroll, a tree was presented for our inspection and edification. A placard informed us that the tree is more than 800 years old (or some big number like that). I swear it doesn’t look a day over 575. But in front of the tree, wait, what’s that?
By now, both of the boys were gassed.
Back at Bowman Bay, the roofers had finished for the day and we poked around. We saw this:
… and this:
If you don’t know about the Civilian Conservation Corps, and I’m not suggesting that you should, you can learn more here.
The next day there was hiking, reading, napping and being puzzled. There was also significant experimentation with our Wilson Electronics Sleek Cellphone Signal Booster, with some further puzzling results. Stay tuned for details.Sharing is caring!
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