Westport to Vashon Island
This day began with Another-HUGE-Breakfast at the Inn of the Westwind.
(Shhh, don't say anything to MPJ, but she is getting a little chubby from eating all these enormous 4 egg omelette & hash brown breakfasts). Jani is loving that everywhere we go there are these proper old fashioned diners to be found. This one opens at 4am (when the salmon are running, 5am if they're not) and then closes at 2pm - speciality breakfasts like you've never seen! Gigantic sized pancakes as big as a dinner plate! Huge portions meant for burly fishermen!
Lucky Moo to get the fall out - baked ham is my favourite.
Today's drive is a mission to get to Vashon Island. We're not so concerned about stopping anywhere, we just want to get there as quickly as our preferred semi-backroad route will take us. We are avoiding the motorway, err, I mean the Interstate (I'm learning to speak American) as much as possible. We want to see the countryside, not an 8-10 lane super highway.
Seems like a no-brainer to me. Which would you rather do??
One of the exciting things about the Charity Drive is that from one day to the next
we won't know where we will be taken.
It's our followers who will
'Invite Us Forward'
One thing is for sure though,
we want to avoid big interstates and always find the low road, the slow road,
we want to see the backroads of America.
We had a lovely looping easy drive back up the Olympic Peninsula and then down to the edge of Tacoma, where we veered immediately North to get to the ferry at Point Defiance. Vashon here we come!
Tonight we are booked in to the AYH Ranch, and I am casting a dubious eye, with an askance tilt of the head, as we roll off the ferry and head up-island to our evening accommodation - in - get ready for it - a bloody teepee.
Sheesh. Of all things.
Hmmmph (muter mutter, eyes rolling, are-you-serious?)
MPJ figures this will be a GREAT experience.
So. Not. Convinced.
I'm pretty fond of my creature comforts, so this better be good...
So we've unloaded, into the ultimately rudimentary, draughty, uncomfortable (in my humble opinion) teepee (said with scathingly sarcastic inflection), nothing in there but a bed. Feeling hungry, we set off to explore 'downtown' Vashon (2 square blocks filled with everything a small town needs) and Jani is already driving me NUTS with going on and on about how much she LOVES this island. Between you and me, I think she's having some kind of spiritual re-connection to her Inner Hippie.
Not sure if I'm going to be able to stand this...
Luck, as ever, led us right where we needed to go, just past the garage, err, I mean gas station, as recommended by the cashier at the grocery store, The Snapdragon. The chefs prepared Madame Hippie a delicious hippie(dippie) meal, the wine flowed (drinking from a jam jar) and the conversation was fab. As happens in a small community, you get talking and the next thing you know you're all lined up to come again tomorrow to hear the band that's going to be playing...