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Archive for July, 2009

John Wayne’s harbor

Memories is a great name for a boat.

Memories is a great name for a boat.

The nicest little marina I've ever seen.
The nicest little marina I’ve ever seen.
Small sail.

Small sail.

From a distance.

From a distance.

Boat watching.

Boat watching.

The marine is named for John Wayne because he liked to come here in his 130” minesweeper. Later he bought the land and donated it for the marina. A beautiful, peaceful spot. A little boy showed us a baby seal, not doing too well on the marina rocks.

Lavender for my mom

Field of fragrance.

Field of fragrance.

Named for Williams.

Named for Williams.

It smelled so good!

It smelled so good!

My mom loves lavender, which is also grown in SY, so seeing the fields here in Sequim reminded me of her and how much I miss spending time together.

Crabs for dinner

Bite with butter.

Bite with butter.

It is crab season in northernmost Washington. We picked up two and ate them with butter. Yum!

Yum, yum, yum!

Yum, yum, yum!

Port Angeles, WA

Every Pirate girl needs a few tattoos.

Every Pirate girl needs a few tattoos.

Duck, duck..

Duck, duck..

Ferry of the future.

Ferry of the future.

Chairs n' bears.

Chairs n' bears.

Tough guy.

Tough guy.

This week’s travel story

Is about Pony, Montana, my favorite Montana ghost town.

Pony icon.

Pony icon.

Link to story.

Best of the West

Welcome to the first edition of Best of the West, in which we round up the best, the worst, the this and the that of what we’ve seen so far. These assessments are subject to change as we work our way through Washington and Oregon and finally home to California, but before we get too far in, here’s what has been great so far.

Best campground (commercial/urban) – Burnaby Caraboo, Vancouver, British Columbia

Easy access to the city via public transit and a nice urban park nearby.

Easy access to the city via public transit and a nice urban park nearby.

 

Best campground in a national park – Apgar, Glacier National Park

View from the lakeshore near Apgar.

View from the lakeshore near Apgar.

Best campground in U.S. Forest Service jurisdiction – Sig Creek outside Durango, Colorado

Down the road from Sig Creek.

Down the road from Sig Creek.

Worst campground – Mackenzie Beach, Tofino, B.C.

Beach was nice, campground was not.

Beach was nice, campground was not.

Best National Park – Glacier National Park, Montana

Best wildflowers -Montana and Colorado (tie)

Roadside sunflowers in Colorado.

Roadside sunflowers in Colorado.

Best rocks – Canyonlands, Utah

Looking into Canyonlands.

Looking into Canyonlands.

Best grocery shopping – Tofino Co-op (quality) and regretfully Wal-Mart (prices)

Best roads for driving an oversized vehicle – New Mexico’s Enchanted Circle; Alberta’s parkways

Friendliest people – British Columbia

Best hike – Josephine and Swiftcurrent Lakes, Glacier National Park

Lake Josephine

Lake Josephine

Best dinner out – Sushi in Vancouver

Best views – Muley Point, Utah and Artists Point, Yellowstone

Totems

We couldn’t make it onto the early ferry today, so we had more time in Victoria. That was nice because yesterday it was too hot to go out, so we didn’t do much. They have a great collection of totems near the waterfront.

Unfortunately, the majority were unidentified by artist or tribe.

Unfortunately, the majority were unidentified by artist or tribe.

Is it OK to call native art cute?

Is it OK to call native art cute?

Fierce.

Fierce.

A mortuary totem. The body would actually be encased up there.

A mortuary totem. The body would actually be encased up there.

Eagle.

Eagle.

Violin on the dark side

We gave this guy in Victoria a dollar. How could we not? Too random.

We gave this guy in Victoria a dollar. How could we not? Too random.

Somebody stole Dan’s idea!

Our friend Dan is famous as the guy who makes the moron shirts. This guy in Canada swiped his concept!

This guy paid $30 Canadian for the shirt, he said.

This guy paid $30 Canadian for the shirt, he said.

Back in the U.S.A.

If our schedule is correct, we have now returned to U.S. soil via Port Angeles or are in the process of crossing right this minute. And let me say, it is good to be home!

 We had an issue in Alberta that I haven’t mentioned, involving a Canadian who thought he could call public campgrounds private and shoo us pesky U.S. citizens out of there. That happened on our second day there, and I’m still boiling mad about it. Granted, I don’t like it either when people show up and Refugio  Beach or Figueroa Mountain, my local parks, and act like they own the place. But we didn’t do that, and to have this guy lie to us with such audacity was really unprecedented.

As soon as we drove in, he walked up and checked our license plate to see where we were from. Then he told us that the campground, “was private, and had been reserved by his friends for the weekend.” Total baloney. We left anyway because we didn’t want to stay somewhere we weren’t wanted. But it was still a creepy thing to go through.

This was my sixth trip to Canada and the only time I felt more unwelcome as an American was the time the Quebecians tried to steal my little brother’s kidney. (Long story for another time. They failed.) Anyway. End rant.