We went to Whidbey Island this week end with our long time friends the Seeks and the Posts. The goal for the trip was food, wine and relaxation. We figured six people, two bottles of wine per meal and three meals. Six bottles of wine ought to do it and so each family brought six bottles of wine. We may have over achieved. Our meals consisted mussels, crabs, smoked salmon and pork. Everyone brought a special recipe, secret ingredients, a lot of work in the kitchen and we expended a lot of effort not to waste any of it.
And after all of that, if there was any room, and there always seemed to be more room, there were s’mores by the fire.
For relaxation we walked along the beach, sat on the dock, gazed at the ocean and hiked to Baby Island.
The water line is narrow moving boundary between where you can find things on dry sand hunkering down until the sea returns to cover them and squishy things breathing a sigh of relief as the waters covers them again. We put on our boots and walked the narrow margin poking at star fish and saying yuk to the moon snails. It would seem that people are more common than beach creatures, because while we stopped, pointed and talked about everything we saw, there was no indication that they were aware of our existence.
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With seeing things on land and in the sea, it is only appropriate that we saw things in the sky. There was disagreement as to whether we were seeing Egrets or Herons but the Audubon book allowed us all to safe face by stating that the Egret was a type of Heron. However, we could all identify the eagles and seagulls and regardless by name, they were all beautiful.
One evening we went down to the water and saw the sky reflected in its smooth surface. In a place where waves, like tea and oranges, can come all of the way from China to churn the water; the ocean lived up to its name and was truly Pacific.
There was sky above us and sky below until an off shore breeze started stir the water and began to break the reflection in ever widening circles.
And as a final treat, we went to Ebbey’s Landing for a hike along the bluffs to check out the wild flowers, the view, and plan our trip into Coupeville for ice cream. Alas, the smallest cone you could purchase had three scoops, but we chose carefully and with wisdom.
It was a wonderful time with friends, good food, funny stories and no problems.
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