I loved my trip to San Juan Island, Washington.
Island time is something to be experienced and I am going to have to go back for a whole summer to get a handle on it. I hear that people who do that end up staying. Starting with the hour+ wait for the ferry, time slows down. I noticed as soon as I got in line for the ferry that everyone heading to Friday Harbor was having a grand time in the parking lot despite fierce wind and cold temperatures. It seems that waiting for the ferry is the place to catch up with friends and family and grab a sandwich and coffee and the coffee shop there.
The class was a two-day full-out blast through basic tapestry techniques.
I had a little time to drive around the island Sunday evening.
It is all big sky and a lot of water.
Making the mud soup.
Laughing at my pathetic New Mexico excuse for a rain jacket.