Rich is out twilight fishing and I’m taking just a moment online before starting tonight’s campfire, taking a shower and settling down with some teryaki pepper smoked salmon picked up at Pike Place Market and a glass of wine- kept on ice for just this evening. Last night it rained a steady soft rain all night that beat a little rhythm on the tent canvas. The temperature dropped into the low 50s and we slept snug as bugs in feather down for TWELVE HOURS. What luxury. Today we wandered around Friday Harbor and then drove the perimeter of the island while it was still drizzly and then the sun came out so we were out hiking. We climbed all up and down the rocks at Lime State Park where you can watch pods of Orca Whales without heading out on one of the tourist whale watch boats. (Remind me to talk to you sometime about the well-founded studies that indicate that the noise from large boat engines loitering in the feeding zones of whales disrupt their crucial dive patterns that allow them to get enough food to make their lengthy migrations necessary for survival. It’s pretty interesting stuff.) Anyway, this was one of the highlights of my day because I could hang by the tide pools, one of my favorite pastimes. Right about then the camera went kaflooey and I’m REALLY not happy about that. I think we have some pictures but, as of now, it’s not willing to take any more and it’s not a battery issue so I don’t know what’s up with that until I get to a camera shop. Ack.
On the way back from the park we saw a sign for an alpaca farm. This caused us to both laugh out loud and I squealed, “Let’s go see!” This was tied to the fact that yesterday, driving around the island to find our campsite, we passed a farm and Rich said, “What’s that?” and I said, ” a white horse.” and he said, “No, that other animal” and I said, easy as pie, “Oh. that’s a camel.” It took about 30 seconds time delay for the ridiculous and unlikely aspect of that to set in and then we bickered, on and off, for a few hours about whether I saw a camel or not. Rich said it was an alpaca and I said, “You wouldn’t know an alpaca if it fell on you, but that was a camel.” And so forth.
So, today, we stopped at the alpaca farm. And when we went into the shop, where I bought some alpaca to knit Rich a scarf, he was laughing with the owner and said, “My wife thought she saw a camel here on San Juan Island!” and the owner said, “She did. There’s a camel on a farm on Roche Harbor Road. It’s a farm with a white horse and a camel.” So, there you go. I know a camel from an alpaca any day of the week.
The fun continues tomorrow as we move over to Orcas Island- I’ll try to catch you there. Since the camera is OTL, you’re stuck with short videos using the Flip recorder, but this one has promise. I’m submitting it to Sundance for preview.