Yeah, well, not to put too fine a point on it - personally? I kinda think it's pants.
'Pants' is British for rubbish, as in not good, as in crummy.
But try and tell that to MPJ, she's all over-the-moon with revisiting her youth and all the camps she ever went to, blah blah blah, memory freakin' lane already (eyes rolling).
It was so cold at night that Jani had to sleep in her woolly socks and with a woollen jumper, err, sweater, on top of her pj's, plus an extra woollen cardigan on top of all that, AND she needed to put a great big woolly shawl over her head like a babushka.
Normally I'm only ever allowed to sleep on top of the bed, and only if I'm on my own special blanket. MPJ is super strict about NO DOGS in the bed. EVER.
It was so cold in the middle of the night that Jani pulled me right under the duvet with her, cuddling me closer than she ever has, whilst mumbling something about wishing she'd packed a hottie (British for hot water bottle).
Draughty cold teepee aside, I confess to quite enjoying being on the ranch.
The bunk house has this big communal kitchen, and the loo set up is pretty novel - I've never seen anything like it - the shower stalls and loo block are in an open barn, with a big outdoor sink for everyone to share.
Check out these handles that were on the loo and shower doors. Hippie Maximus.
Wondering why you might be thinking of Gandalf whilst you pee...
Do you think our Charity Drive sponsors might let us commission one of these
for the loo handle in the RV??
We came to Vashon especially to meet up with one of Jani's oldest friends from the UK, her mate, James, who has ended up married here in the USA and recently moved from Seattle to the Island.
Jani is squirming with delighted anticipation as we drive through the rolling farmlands, taking the back roads in swooping curling descent from the centre of the Island to James' seaside home, tucked down a quiet lane.
There is a family of raccoons who just had babies, so I have to be on lead because their den is very near the house. James says that the Mama coon would be viscous in protecting her cubs. My terrier-ness means that even though I know I'm not supposed to, I'd chase them if I saw them.
What do you expect? Duh.
If it's a small and furry and rustles then I'm sure as heck supposed to go after it!
Never mind that Mama-coon could tear me to shreds, and probably would.
Thanks goodness I could go off-lead once we started through the woods and down to the beach. Plenty to capture my interests, a heavenly plethora of salty smells to entertain me, leaving Jani and James to a long long catching-up of family news.
I'm really getting the hang of this travelling lark. I love it when we land into somewhere gorgeous (tick the box for every single day of this trip so far) especially when I get a phat dose of woodland and seaside. Good thing MPJ is both a forest and a coast-addict.
I must say, America is well worth having suffered through that dreadful air-plane journey.
And it makes me happy to feel how happy MPJ is to see her friend, and to have a chilled-out relaxing home cooked lunch sitting on the verandah.
Then, as promised, we ended up back at The Snapdragon for music in the garden. Once we had wheeled me into the garden I was allowed out and enjoyed a round robin, moving from lap to lap, cuddle to cuddle. Turns out Vashon is my kind of place.
We were hanging out with poets, artists, woodcarvers, painters, filmmakers, this Island is one living-breathing-thriving Arts community; we enjoyed brilliant conversations whilst listening to this wonderful band who call themselves Some'tet. So called because the numbers are always fluctuating, depending on who is around, thus from gig to gig the line up changes. It was great to hear such accomplished musicians, jamming every tune, making the most of the new guy with the sax who was playing with them for the first time. By the end of the gig it was agreed he was welcome anytime.
Great vocals, Christine sings like a dream, great musicianship, great atmosphere, and, as usual, we helped to close the place down, hanging out with the band after the gig and generally soaking up the Vashon Kindness. We love this Island.
Now back to the cold creepy-teepee, so happy that I'll automatically be invited inside the duvet tonight...