Lavender fills Roy, buds from the lavender wand I purchased Saturday in Snoqualmie Falls area have been shedding all over the place. At home, I would likely feel compelled to “clean up”. Here in Roy, one step from the outside, it’s natural, nature. Lavender is my new floor whisk broom, what I walk on, scoop up crush in hands, rub in palms; as in medieval times when bundles of herbs were room fresheners, floor sweeps.
Sunday was a travel day to new friend’s house on Camano Island, about 90 miles north of Seattle, parallel east of larger Whidbey Island. Camping three nights now side lawn Beau’s developing farm. What a treat to cook in a full kitchen again, rattle a bunch of pots and pans, explore cupboards and drawers. Beau has traveled more backroads than anyone I have ever met, having gone through a few Roys with his four girls. He particularly knows this region like the back of his hand, giving me an incredible boost in my exploring confidence. His house is something to see. Books everywhere! 6,000 I believe, with many maps and atlases scattered around. Incredibly kind and generous, Beau is quite the new friend to enjoy and appreciate. I had the pleasure of listening in on a Beau two hour travel guide talk with artist friend John tracing part of the Lewis and Clark trail from Bend, Oregon through Western Montana. John and two brothers embark for ten day tour end of August to retrace part of the Lewis and Clark journey. Incredibly fascinating and entertaining, I am inspired even more to take to the road as much as possible
“The world is not going to come to you. The sooner you realize this, the more time you have to pack. Some of the best living, the most valuable living, happens on the side roads.” Curly Girl Design “Send Love” notecard, artwork and words Leigh Standley.
Camano Island is just lovely — less than 30 miles drive around. In the Puget Sound enclave of islands and artists now, the air is rich and cool, breezes gentle. And, per sign below, a “swinging place”!
Inland parallel now, north of Seattle upward to Bellingham and beyond to British Columbia, it’s quite a bit of rich agricultural lands – farming and dairy, with fields and fields of corn for dairy feed. I am still figuring that one out as to efficacy of corn for cows.
I’ll make it sometime today to Whidbey Island for two nights of state park camping. Rest of week will be poking around urban areas of Mt. Vernon, Anacortes and Bellingham. (Getting new wheel road bike Mt. Vernon bike shop. Got super bent when someone yanking on it bike rack. From now on, bike goes in van when I am away from Roy. All good.)
Hanging out in THE AMAZING Mt. Vernon food co-op – 45 years and going strong. Puts Mt. Veron on the towns to move to possibility list. Picture from back parking lot; note entire building is co-op.
Across the street from co-op, this large chalk board is in a big alley.
Off to Mt Baker National Forest and North Cascades National Park next week, then back in this area to head over to the San Juan Island. All I have on my busy calendar is to make it to niece Sarah’s wedding Port Angeles August 29th. I am settling into this region of Washington State for the month. It is gentle here – which is what I realized while in Rainer I was after – gentle. As an adjective, gentle is “moderate in action, effect, or degree; not harsh or severe”. As a verb, gentle is to “make or become gentle; calm or pacify”. Gentle – an allowing to be, just simply be, who I have always been.
AND, some Liz – Owl Sightings: Several blogs back I explained how my copilot Liz the Owl got her name. Update on a three “Liz Sightings”. First goes back to my time at Lost Valley intentional community – permaculture – east of Eugene outside of Dexter, Or. Liz – picture below – is the lovely Lost Valley staffer that took me under her wing my time there.
Same day late afternoon bike riding country road through mossy ferny forest, walking a steep stretch, a fledgling owl flew through the canopy of trees from up the road to first closer to me, then back off into the dense forest. Possibly a Great Horned. Viewed only in underside flight, wings were light – white.
And, this past Sunday driving around Camano Island with Beau, we came across a fledgling Great Horned Owl smack dab in the middle of the road, pondering how to get a big dead delicious squirrel off into the trees for feasting. With a big stick I rolled the squirrel off to the side.
Mousetrap score: Mouse 5; Cynthia 0. Time to re-set.
Floor food rules: Minutes not seconds; nuts, days okay.