I wish that I could get my butt in gear and write some of these blogs on the days that they happen, but sometimes I just don’t feel like it.

On Saturday we got a call at the crisp early hour of 10 a.m. from my dear sweet cousin Annie who wanted to inquire if we would be interested in going on a trip with her, her mom, and sister to Friday Harbor. After much batting of my eyelashes and “pretty please, pretty please” to Jonathan, he said yes. So off we went. It was an interesting trip down there. My aunt drove. Now I love my aunt, but she is an interesting driver. I feared for my life at times. There was a lot of weaving in and out of traffic and I was almost on the verge of car sickness at times, but we made it to Anacortes in record time.

Then we boarded our yacht…

No, we went on a ferry, but with the beautiful hour long journey of dancing through the San Juan islands, it felt as though we were on a yacht.

Let’s eavesdrop in on a conversation from the trip over…

“That island looks like camel humps.”

“I think they look like coconut boobs.”

We arrived in Friday Harbor famished, so we scouted out a place to fill our hungry bellies and found a quaint little family Italian restaurant. After we were stuffed to the brim, we roamed the streets of closed shops (because it was after 5 pm and little towns roll up their sidewalks at 5 pm), but that is okay because it kept us from buying trinkets that would only collect dust or oversized sweatshirts with “Friday Harbor” monograms on them. But we did find a totem pole that was falling over and need to be propped back up again.

We then boarded the ferry back home for another hour ride graced by a stunning sunset.

Then is was another nail biting trip back home. What an adventure!