First camping trip of the year – and we got a lucky, with a (mostly) dry, warm weekend on Orcas island in the San Juans. While Karen hung out with some old high school friends at Hartstene, I rounded up a trio of blokes for a bike, beers and World Cup break.
The ferry was due to hit Orcas Landing at 11.20, US vs Ghana kicked off at 11.30 – and we were six miles from the nearest telly. Cue massive speed burst to Orcas Golf Course club house - $3 microbrews, comfy sofa and – yes – putting at half time. That’s Doug (left), Jesse (centre) and Bill (right).
Here’s Doug in Moran State Park with a nasty warning sign. We lost Jesse en route with a bad pack (he took on valuable campsite locating duties).
And then there two. Only Doug and I made it to the summit, as Bill’s front chainring didn’t make the grade (sorry). Truly amazing views from the top – that’s Mount Baker peeking over the clouds in the distance. Matia island, hiding behind my right wrist, was where I crashed the Ulithee last summer – luckily no wrecks this weekend.
Here’s my Little Britain at the West Beach resort – mmm, cold Newcastle Browns. And then a hot tub soak. Heaven.
The next day, we got up early for a footie match that I have blocked from my memory and spent the day touring the island. One place not to miss – the Howe Sculpture Garden packed with uber-cool kinetic steel sculptures.
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