Let’s be unceremonious about this and pretend that I didn’t stop blogging for five months. That I didn’t fail to fill you in on all the goings on in our lives. That I didn’t drop all that is sacred and have a great summer with very little responsibility. OK, now that we’re done with that…
Kris has an imperative doctors appointment that we needed to get to in Anacortes at 8:30 AM on Friday. Since we decided to stay in Friday Harbor the night before this meant we would have to catch the 5:55 AM ferry. Kris was sick with a bad cold when I returned from my last over night trip of the season and I promptly caught it. Which means we were both severely worn down and tired when 4:30 AM rolled around. My wife, in the way wives do, offered to get up and get the van down to the ferry landing while I stayed in bed in the back. So I barely noticed when she fired up the engine and my bed started moving down the road towards the landing. The ferry was on time, that was good news, and as soon as we were on the boat Kris climbed back into bed and we slept on the way to the mainland.
Upon arriving Kris drove us into town, I was still in bed, and we hit up a little breakfast spot to get our energy up. I drop Kris over to the docs office and dropped her there and headed to the post office to mail out a package for a friend while I waited. I was back at the office in fairly short time and I was surprised to see my beloved wife walking out of the office towards me. I expected the appointment to take much longer. When I inquired on what happened Kris told me that the doctor told her it wasn’t at all necessary for her to be there and that she could go home. She also told me that we needed to get over the real estate office to sign and fax paperwork ASAP. What good news!
After the paperwork was signed and faxed we headed down the road toward Whidby Island and on to the ferry that would take us to the Olympic Penn. We have 9 days ahead of us exploring the temperate rainforests and coastlines there and are excited as can be. My sickness overwhelmed me as soon as we arrived on the second ferry of the day and I hit the sack again. Kris was more than happy to drive to Port Angeles where we found the ranger station to get some information on the area. We spoke with a very pleasant lady who gave us some great ideas about where to go and what to see and then we went over to the backcountry desk to get our permits and bear canister. Aside from the fact that the guy running the desk didn’t listen to a word we said and was a know it all the transaction went fairly smooth. After almost an hour of rolling my eyes and keeping my mouth shut (very hard for me as you all know) we got out of there with a permit and a canister and an earful of either useless information or info that we already know. Someone should tell that guy what it means to be a registered Maine guide!
A short drive brought us up to Heart of the Hills campground and we made up a nice helping of chili to keep the night chill off of us. Kris and I both pounded some cough medicine so we could sleep and hit the hay around 7pm.
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