yabba dabba doo

i wanted to do a little day trip and finally see whidbey island and a park named deception pass.

we couldn’t do much hiking because sml had hurt his back about a week earlier. he’s able to, you know, stand up on his own now… so… progress has been made, but we didn’t want to overdo it, obviously.

we got some nice views of the bridge and the beach, though, and i’m even more inclined now to finally make the trek over to the san juan islands at some point. i hope soon!

i wanted to explore more of the island, so we did the full drive down to clinton to take the ferry back. we stopped along the way in oak harbor, where i took a picture of this funny flintstones car that someone made.

sml did not want to take this picture, but i think he’ll remember it as fun later on.

when we got home, sml said he wouldn’t go back—but just one quick google search away, i told him about all the things he missed: lavender, sculptures, and, i assume, a tour of every scene from practical magic.

plans? at a time like this?

sml and i took a short trip to vancouver, bc, over the weekend. it is a relatively short drive from seattle, except for the part where the line at the border is endless and time loses all meaning.

the border security officer asked what i planned to do in vancouver, and i genuinely did not understand the question.

plans? at a time like this?

he said i must have done some research. i had not. my research began and ended with staying near davie street.

somehow, despite this total lack of preparedness, we ended up seeing the harbor and walking along the seawall. vancouver made a very convincing case for simply wandering around until something interesting appeared.

we also crossed a suspension bridge over a canyon and completed a small hike, which sounds suspiciously like a plan when written down after the fact.

the standout moment, though, was when i suggested taking the ferry to granville island. we walked down to the water expecting a ferry, and the littlest thing came to pick us up. it presented itself like a cartoon: tiny boat, captain in the middle, enormous wheel.

so, for the record: no plans, no research, one canyon, one tiny ferry, and a very good weekend.

better dahlia than never

i was this many days old when i discovered there is a whole dahlia garden at volunteer park. a lovely surprise.

i am always at that park just minutes after 4:00 p.m., which is exactly when the conservatory closes.

every. time.

so, once again, no indoor plant action for me. but the dahlias were outside, wide open, and putting on quite a show.