We left the house yesterday evening with the USAF Thunderbirds flying formation overhead, McCloud anxious and Sophie frankly pissed. She knows well in advance when we are planning to leave her- must be something about the washing machine and dishwasher running simultaneously, the litter box smelling of Pinesol and filled anew and then there are those damnable suitcases…
The flight was fine, although I always wonder about people who weigh much more than 128# because for the life of me, even in an exit row seat I want to start elbowing and kicking the person next to me to get a bit more space. I restrained myself (it was Rich, after all) and I slept a couple hours. We got in at midnight here, took the courtesy shuttle to the wrong hotel and spent another hour getting rerouted and reorganized around that. I chalked that up to the high price of using all of Rich’s travel points and booking 3 different places for the nights we aren’t camping on the islands.
This morning we headed over to REI’s flagship store and, swear to God, I’m ready to live outside. Forever. I’ve always been a pretty avid camper and frankly, I’d rather use a campground toilet than an airplane toilet anyday, so my issues around germs and cleanliness don’t seem to phase me in the great outdoors; I always find a way. It’s been a few years since I’ve been outside outside; the last time was canopy camping in Costa Rica with the Snarl. I haven’t been in an outfitting store for at least five years and whoa! REI is the mother of them all. We spent about an hour just sorting through the wide selection of freeze dried fine cuisine and tomorrow I’ll try to post a picture of our food selections for this trip (I mean, in addition to FISH.). Then we checked out the seven story rock climbing wall and finally, moved on to clothing. Along the way we looked at tents, kayaks, packs, stoves and every imaginable kind of gear. I promise you, if I won the lottery, I could spend it all at REI.
In clothing they have underwear that advertises: “Five countries, sixteen days, one pair of underwear.” That didn’t seem like a huge selling point to me and it’s probably where I’d draw the line on roughing it, although, at this point Michelle de Seattle met up with us and she swears by the stuff. But every indication is that she changes it more often.
Michelle, aka Sparky (from when she tried to burn down my brickhouse while attending BlogHer) spent the rest of the day with us as we ate fish and chips on the waterfront and explored Pike Place Market. Bless her friendly heart, she had loaded up her car with the pots and pans and dish soap and paper towel type stuff we need for camping but couldn’t carry on the plane. We bought a small Coleman stove we’ll leave with her at the end of the week so, between us, we’re in great shape to board the ferry early tomorrow and head over to Friday Harbor on San Juan in Puget Sound.
Right at the moment? I’m sitting in the ultra chic bar area of the W Hotel, enjoying a vodka and tonic and a huge bowl of edamame. I must be on vacation. Cheers!
(I’m not going to get far in terms of comments at your place; my battery is running down and there’s not a plug in sight. But I’m going to make a quick scoot around the neighborhood right now and if, per chance, we get a lot of rain I’ll head up to the lodge at Lakedale where they have wireless. Drizzle? Doesn’t bother me a bit. All the better for fishing…)