The last several days and weeks have been event-filled and dramatic. After I last wrote, I made my way up to the Olympic Peninsula where I stayed with friends in Port Ludlow, on the northeastern side. A beautiful area, lots of water; we stayed at the home of Jane’s friend, Lynne. She hosted Jane, Michele and I for several days. Lynne graciously padded us around in downtown Port Townsend, and encouraged us to walk along the beautiful beach. The best part was seeing dream group friends and having down time after experiencing quite a lot of bad luck with the van. What great fun this was!
Lynne, Jane and Michele
I had just purchased my truck and trailer when I arrived at Lynne’s and stayed in it for the four days. When I left the gang, I moved just a couple of miles to the resort area of Port Ludlow where I could get to know my new purchases.
Port Townsend marina
Port Ludlow RV Park/Resort Creek
From Port Ludlow I traveled just south to Port Orchard where I met up with my friend, Amy. This was a lovely campground next to lots of good walking, and a history of the fort that never was. (Manchester State Park)
Amy and I spent some time in Seattle, the Library and of course, Pikes Peak. Snuck in the recesses of the street below was Bubble gum alley.
It seems every time someone comes, another wad of gum is laid on to the wall. There are even names made out in gum. You’ve seen the bridges where locks are there to indicate lovers and their pledges of love forever? There are even locks with gum on them! It smelled sweet and disgusting. But, Amy and I managed to get incredible fish – smoked salmon and halibut sandwiches in the market. Unbelievable.
The Sculpture Garden was incredible and wonderful to be outside. I have noticed that other states and countries honor the outdoors and it is so evident in Washington and Oregon.
As Amy and I left for Vancouver, BC, we again needed help to set up the hooking of the two vehicles. All along the way we encountered wonderful people to help us, especially for the rig hookup. But, we also needed help with directions, and ultimately to back out from a parking lot. But, that’s not all! The door to the trailer would not open and thankfully, one of the women who were helping us to navigate Canada’s highways, also had to climb in and unlock it from the inside! At the next campsite in Vancouver, we called a roving repair person. He was great, it worked and it was very inexpensive considering the time spent: 1.5 hours at $35.00.
However! When it was time to break camp a few days later, it would not close again after I had connected the two vehicles for towing. I duck taped and strung the door closed and waited until the next campground to again get help. I am now in Kamloops, BC and the minute I got settled I called the repair guy and he came and within an hour of phoning, he had it all repaired. Cost: $60! And, that was after he lowered it from $100 because others were coming over to ask for help and that meant it was worth his effort to be there and so he gave me a discount.
Not a great camp, but on the way to Calgary where I will again meet up with a friend, Laurie. With a week in between my whirlwind time with Amy, I am grateful for a place to stay for a few days. She researched wonderful places to visit like the Butchart Gardens, BC Museum of Anthropology on Vancouver Island, and transportation!
When Raven Met People, by Bill Reid, Haida native (Museum of Anthropology, UBC)
Drums from Papau New Guinea
In this photo some of the many artifacts the museum holds are shown – a trend called, ‘open storage,’ which allows the public to view many items without the museum actually having to curate it. Though, many pieces had signage and you could also look in the hundreds of draws available.
Butchart Gardens, Vancouver Island; these two pictures don’t do the gardens justice. They were beautiful and immense. In the top picture you can see a person at the lower left to give you an idea of the scale.
This visit coincided with the anniversary of my sister’s passing in 1984 and also the day I found out about Tom’s cancer. (It also has a happy connotation: my nephew, David’s birthday!) But, it was poignant to recognize that it has been the exact number of years she lived on earth as the amount of time she has not. Unbelievable. Am missing both so much now.
My friend Laurie has introduced me to the gratitude practice of writing to each other several times a week what we are grateful for. This has allowed me to mourn in a more conscious way, the passing of my father. This month also marks his passing in 1986 at the age of 59. I recently spent some time with his brother in Healdsberg, CA, and it was wonderful to hear more stories and information about my dad that I had not known. For example, he disliked camping and he took us every year! You would have never known that was his feeling by how he gave to the experience. (I think the four kids always thought it was because my mother really needed a break.)
And, how is Lympia doing, you ask? Just fine. I took her on a wonderful hike today in Kamloops, BC at a park called Kenna Cartwright which is a long park that hugs the mountainside.
Lympia – without a leash! She had a blast.
Kenna Cartwright park in Kamloops, BC
Only 1100 ft in elevation, it was quite a different story getting here. My GMC held fast and I am falling in love with the power of her. I really thought I was a lot higher in elevation, but no.
What do you think of the name, Mamacita for my rig?
Nice to leave you with a wonderful picture I took today – at the top of the mountain. This is big sky.
There are always things I forget, like the picture of my nephew and his mom, Cindy.
Cindy and David
So much love to you all,