Arguably the prettiest coastal state park in the country, Deception Pass earned a non-negotiable spot in our itinerary, but for a purely emotional reason: This was one of my late father’s favorite places.
Walk. Take pictures. Eat. Drink. Repeat. So goes our last (long, super-fun) full day in Bellingham. During our Fairhaven / South Bay Trail / downtown Bellingham trek, all five senses are in for sweet treats.
Bellingham, Washington has rightfully earned its nickname: “the city of subdued excitement”. Bellingham boasts a stunning waterfront location, two historic downtown business districts, hundreds of miles of trails, Western Washington University, a variety of interesting restaurants, cideries and breweries, and other entertainment options not typically found in a city of 89,000.
The scenic route north on Chuckanut Drive winds through farmland and up the side of Chuckanut Mountain, providing teaser views of the Salish Sea and San Juan Islands. Upon discovery of the sweet campground and shoreline at Larrabee State Park, we decide to stay here for four nights and explore the area. By the end of our time in Bellingham, I will find myself dreaming about a life here.
“I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.” — Agent Dale Cooper
I am fascinated by the roadside oddities, quiet city streets, and man-made structures that have begun their return to the earth. Film seems an appropriate medium for capturing these less-than-perfect subjects.
By happenstance we land in Port Townsend, Washington on just the right weekend to take in the Wooden Boat Festival. Tho we quickly learn that this charming seaside town offers unique experiences for the traveler any time of the year.
Heart O’ the Hills. Hurricane Ridge. Hidden Bush. And no, that last one is not a natural landmark that you’ve just never heard of.
Longing for a quiet walk in the woods, we stop off to hike a bit of the North Fork trail in the Sol Duc Valley. A bear grunts to notify us of his presence. This place belongs to him.
“Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refuges of a long war.” — Loren Eiseley