Have I mentioned that I love fog? I also love Autumn. Yesterday I got both, and enjoyed them immensely as I made a road trip north to Anacortes on Fidalgo Island to rendezvous with a dear friend who drove down from British Columbia. For me, it’s about a sixty-mile trip, up to the top end of Whidbey Island, over the Deception Pass bridge and onto Fidalgo. The fog was so thick under the bridge going up that the water way below was invisible, as were most of the headlands on both sides. I took my usual back way into Anacortes, off to the west from the main road and up over the shoulder of Mount Erie, which is the star of the Anacortes Community Forest, heavily wooded and with at least two lakes within its confines. I stopped at Heart Lake, where John and the dogs and I always used to pause for all of us to have a walkabout and enjoy the serenity of that lovely spot.
After a foray in the yarn store, including a modest purchase of yarn to make myself a vest which looks like a puzzle, Shirley and I had a leisurely and delicious lunch at a restaurant we hadn’t visited before, with plenty to talk about and chuckle over in our respective lives. We’ve been friends for something like 23 years, and have never ceased to enjoy each other. After fond mid-afternoon farewells, she headed back north and I began my slow way homeward.
My first stop was at the old ‘D’ Avenue Nursery on the outskirts of town, another place where John and I always poked around when we went up there. I found a number of interesting perennials which will do well in this now mostly shade garden, at a hefty end-of-season discount. Good fun!
Then on to a small park on the west side of the island, again a spot where we used to stop to give the dogs a run. Beautiful Douglas Firs, afternoon sun slanting through.
Then on around the south side of Fidalgo, and a stop at Pass Lake just north of the Deception Pass Bridge. Perfect conditions for reflection, with the persistent wisps of fog adding an extra element of beauty ~
The fog was still thick on the west side of the bridge as I drove over, but on the east side it had thinned sufficiently so that I could see the corruscated surface implying the treacherous currents of the rising tide far below.
Farther south, at San de Fuca, just north of Coupeville, there’s another spot we sometimes stopped for a bit of canine exercise. This time, I took all the time I wanted to enjoy it in solitude; it’s a lovely place, and the sound of the nearby highway traffic is inconsequential in the face of this ~
This was the first trip I’ve taken in at least a couple of years that was purely for pleasure, the first trip I’ve taken in my “new” Honda Element (named Henrietta), the farthest I’ve driven in a single day in several years, and, though punctuated with poignant memories, reminded me of my desire to go on some longer road trips in the near future. Plans brewing.
Today I got back to work, refreshed and energized.