The teepee is still creepy, and just as freezing cold as it was the first night. And darn it, MPJ has gone and booked us another night here because she's loving the Island so much.
Grrr. Well, at least I get to sleep IN the bed.
Here's one of the reasons we're staying; the lovely Cafe Luna where I am perfectly welcome, and they have super comfy couches where I can curl up whilst MPJ works. Great food, Great WiFi, Great coffee, Great people; you don't need to make America Great again, it already is so Great in so many ways.
Jani is totally enamoured of the Island life here. People are so kind and friendly, everyone smiles, it's totally normal to just start chatting with anyone you happen to be sitting, standing, walking near to, and already she is making friends. Island pace is slow and easy.
We met up with James here at Pure for lunch and MPJ would not shut up about how yummy everything is.
Blah,blah, blah, yackity yak, delicious, nutritious, wonderful, brilliant, ad nauseam.
Though I guess I should not complain that she cares so much about food quality, I have to confess I eat pretty well. There is no junk food in our world.
This trip is a practice run for our Charity Drive, so we're fast learning that it will be so great to have our own mobile kitchen. I guess there will be lots of places with great wholefood supermarkets, but I also guess there won't be that many places like Vashon, where this kind of eating is pretty much the norm for the whole community.
After lunch we went to Fern Cove and had a fab walk down to this estuary. Check out the lump on the line floating in the water there in the first photo - That's a small dock, and there's a seal sunbathing on it!
I was a bit startled to find myself walking on all this matted seaweed, and it was pretty funny to watch MPJ sliding around in her little slip-on trainers, err, I mean runners. Her rubber soles had zero grip on the oozey gooey matted slidey skating rink of salt-stinky seaweed. I'm snickering, watching her trying so hard, arms flailing, not to let the goop over her shoe top onto her sockless feet. James had it right in his sturdy high top hiking boots. Back at the ranch, Jani had to hose her shoes down to get rid of all the manky (British for disgusting) sea goop.
The top gets kinda crusty as it dries in the hot sun, but underneath that top layer it's all slime. Lucky for me, I've got my Superpower Terrier Claws.
Alan's a keeper.
He and Jani chatted the night away, nineteen to the dozen (as we say in Britain, meaning non-stop) as the conversation flowed and swerved and swivelled from subject to subject; exchanging viewpoints, debating and agreeing, sorting out Life, The Universe and Everything, and just generally finding that so rare happenstance of meeting someone and instantly falling into true friendship.
We feel really lucky. Not only is he an excellent guy, but he gives killer ear-rubs and stellar back scratches.
So now it's back to creepy-teepee for another night of listening to the sounds of canvas on wood, swishing and creaking, trying to figure out if it's just the wind moving the canvas, or if it's a wild animal coming to have a terrier-burger for their midnight feast.
There's a confirmed sighting of a mountain lion (also know as cougar or puma) on the Island - apparently it swam to get here! Every time I hear something outside the teepee I think it's the cougar. Thank goodness I am still on cold weather privileges and get to sleep under the duvet - at least it might go for Jani before it tries to eat me!