We headed up to Whidbey Island for a week end of rest and relaxation with our good friends Jim and Rosie. The weather reports degenerated through the week end, but it was one of the misty overcast days we’ve seen so often. But to put things in perspective, at no point did we have to build a fire in the stove to keep warm and leaving the wine outside chilled it to the prefect temperature for drinking.
And the weather did not stop us from walking out to Baby Island
There was a minus 2.8 foot tide, which exposes a lot of beach for makes beach walks. There was a lot of discussion on when crabbing season opens, (first of July), can you eat the mussels of of the beach (yes) , and why does the state make only $67,000 on licensing fees and for commercial crabbers and put all of those restrictions on week end beach goers who pay $5,000,000 in fees.
There was also a lot of discussion on the difference between scallops and cockles which resulted in discussions about the shell gas station sign and the singing of several verses of “alive, alive, Oh”. It was at this point that we all agreed that all of this talk about scallops and crabs was making us hungry for shell fish and wine.
The birds were out in abundance, though we only saw two eagles. But there was a flock of terns zipping about our heads.
And every where we looked there was a heron. We watched them as they watched fish. I have no idea what the fish were watching.
And at the end of the day, we had a great sunset to go with the shell fish and wine.
A little wine, a lot of food and a great time was had by all.
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