Exploring the Pacific Northwest in the Springtime - Part I

We booked plane tickets for our April trip to Washington state in late January. We were eager to see Alexander and India for the first time since the day after they got married last July! We couldn't wait for them to show us the rugged, foggy grandeur of the Pacific Northwest, as they have quickly fallen in love with it. And I was quietly looking forward to seeing how they were creating a life together (with their dog) so far from where they both grew up. What I hadn't known when booking those plane tickets in January, was how ill I would be with pneumonia in late-March up until our departure on April 18th.

Traveling when you're sick, or with someone who is sick, alters the trip and creates its own unique type of travel experience. Sometimes, it causes us to slow down, prioritize, and yield to the importance of flexibility over itinerary. Other times, I think we look back and realize that those travel moments encourage us in our present to marvel at our strength and resilience. And still other times, I think the big lesson in traveling ill is to be found in the kindness we are shown by others. I will definitely always remember this trip for the last reason -- for Dave and Julia dragging my luggage through the airport, to Alexander and India altering plans to include more drives, and everyone's sympathetic understanding as I caught naps my weary body needed on every car ride, every ferry ride, and all the moments in between.

Our first full day in the Pacific Northwest found us traveling by car, train, and foot. We caught the ferry out of Anacrotes, to San Juan Island. Don't you love ferries? We think ferry travel is just THE best! And this ferry had all the essential elements that make a ferry crossing pleasurable: vintage vibes, a cafeteria (popcorn---yay!), comfortable seats, jigsaw puzzles for working on together during the crossing, friendly fellow passengers, and dogs. Dogs and small children make ferry rides ever so much more fun! AND the views of the pine tree-studded, fog shrouded small islands we passed kept us hopping up from our puzzles and snacks to marvel at the beauty of each one.

We docked at Friday Harbor on San Juan Island (the largest of the San Juan Islands), and after purchasing some huckleberry jam and huckleberry syrup and everyone refueling on coffee or hot chocolate, we headed out to our first destination, Cattle Point Lighthouse. I have not yet been to coastal England, but I have a sense that this area might be very much what it looks and feels like there. We meandered (me, very slowly) along the footpath through the tall, waving grasses to our lighthouse destination. As an avid walker who hadn't been able to venture outside our home for nearly a month, I must say that feeling the solid earth beneath my feet and the wind in my hair, and to feel well enough to stand on the edge of a cliff and soak in the beauty of it all, was

positively therapeutic.

We walked up and down the paths, studied the stark lighthouse (c. 1935), marveled at the driftwood logs tossed upon the rocky shore, and felt immensely grateful to be together.

Our next stop was another lighthouse, Lime Kiln Lighthouse. Even though both lighthouses exist on the same island, the terrain around them could not be more different. This lighthouse (c. 1919) was found by following a defined path through the woods and past gnarled trees. We wish we'd packed a picnic, as there were tables strategically placed along the path to take in the sweeping views of the water. This is a good viewing area for Orca whales, but although we kept our eyes out for them, we saw none. We think we were a little early in the season for whale watching--its season running in the San Juan Islands area from May through October.

After returning to Anacrotes on the ferry, we drove a short ways to Deception Pass. The view from the enormously tall bridge was spectacular! The nearly mint-green water below sparkled in the late afternoon sunshine. We spied a seal in the water! By driving across the bridge and entering Deception Pass State Park, we were able to access the rocky beach we had viewed from the bridge. Now it was our turn to look ant-size to the people above. As I sat on a driftwood log, everyone else took turns skipping stones on the water and clambering about the rocks.

Day two's highlight was attending the

Roozengaarde

Tulip Festival in Vernon, Washington. It was a Saturday AND the day before Easter, so throngs of people had come to enjoy the seasonal display of acres upon acres of color-coded tulips waving in the breeze. We wandered among the rows, amazed at the variety that could be found in one flower. I enjoyed watching the field's workers picking armloads of tulips--their presence reminding me that beauty comes often through hard work. Most of the fields are planted in rows upon rows of tulips. Nearer the entrance were stylized gardens full of tulips, other bulbs and blooms, and flowering trees. And there were display areas with the more rare varieties carefully labeled. I made a note of several varieties, including some that were perfectly

enormous

, which I'd like to try growing.