Tuesday, July 24, 2018

32nd Wedding Anniversary Road Trip to the Olympic Peninsula

My parent's 1984 Winnebago Chieftain 33' motorhome at my Boise home in 1992.
When Laura and I began planning our summer vacation, we knew the time in our 1996 Safari Sahara motorhome would overlap with the thirty-second anniversary of our marriage. We decided it would be fun to retrace some of our 1986 honeymoon on the Olympic Peninsula and return to a wonderful place first visited while vacationing in our 1984 Winnebago Chieftain 33' motorhome.

We came to own the Winnebago because I lost my mom to cancer less than a year after my marriage, and my dad three years later.  The Winnebago was one of the items I inherited when Laura, Sean, and I return to the USA in 1991 after an overseas assignment for HP in Singapore.  We lived in the motorhome in Boise, Idaho as our home was being built, and in the fall we joined Laura's parents as our two motorhomes toured the Olympic Peninsula.

On the 32nd anniversary of my marriage, I also recognized that Laura and I were married thirty-two years after my parents' wedding in 1954.  Stranger still was coming to understand how similar our honeymoons were, and yet my mom never let on even as I shared with her the plans for my own honeymoon.  Growing up I didn't really know the details of my parents' wedding, then last year I completed a project that involved digitizing all my family's photos, slides, negatives, and movies. Hidden in the negatives were images I had never seen, and hidden in the collection was a honeymoon incredibly similar to my own.

Ila Jean Cotter marries Chester Allen Mack
on June 13, 1954.
Laura Ann Crowe marries Dale Allen Mack
on July 26, 1986.
My parents spent the night in their motorhome parked in front of my home in Roseville, CA the evening before my wedding.  Five years later that motorhome would allow Laura, Sean, and I to experience the Hoh Rain Forest and relive a honeymoon night spent at Lake Crescent.

Vallejo, CA
Davis, CA.  Dale's mom's back is to the camera, to her right is her mother Frieda Maria Louise (Hommert) Cotter, and to Feida's left is the Winnebago.
The World's Fair was in Vancouver, BC the year Laura and I got married, so it figured into our honeymoon plans.  Our honeymoon was a combination of camping using a domed tent borrowed from Laura's mom and stays at Bed & Breakfasts.  Our camping kit was cooking gear pull from our kitchen, a Coleman stove we got as a wedding present, and a couple of thin sleeping bags set atop cheap air mattresses we kept rolling off of.

Laura and I took our honeymoon in my 1985 GMC S-15 pickup, while my parents took their honeymoon in their 1948 Ford Woodie station wagon.
Our itinerary for the honeymoon was Ashland, Vancouver and Stanley Park, Anacortes to catch the ferry to Sidney on Vancouver Island, Victoria and Butchart Gardens, the Black Ball ferry "Coho" to Port Angeles, Lake Crescent, Port Townsend, Seattle, and home to Roseville.  My parents' route was Red Bluff, Olympia, Port Angeles, the Black Ball ferry "Chinook" to Victoria, Butchart Gardens, Nanaimo ferry to Vancouver, Stanley Park, Seattle, Oregon Caves, and home to Vallejo.

Heading north on Hwy 99.  There was no I-5 in 1954.
Heading north on I-5.  Excuse the glasses, it was the 80's.

Victoria, BC.  "Coho" ferry in the background.
Victoria, BC.  Dock in the background that used to host the "Coho" ferry.

Vancouver, BC.  In Stanley Park with the Lions Gate Bridge.
Vancouver, BC.  In Stanley Park with the Lions Gate Bridge.
To this day Vancouver, Victoria, and the Butchart Gardens hold a special place in Laura's and my hearts.  We fell in love with bicycling around Vancouver's Stanley Park, and in 2014 we had the joy of sharing the park with our son Sean and his then-girlfriend Madison Bates (now fiancee).

Madison Bates and Sean Mack overlooking the Lions Gate Bridge, Vancouver, BC, 2014.

Victoria, BC and the Empress Hotel.
Victoria, BC and the Empress Hotel.

Victoria, BC and the Parliment building.
Victoria, BC and the Parliment building.

Ila Jean Mack at Butchart Gardens
Laura Crowe Mack at Butchart Gardens

Fast Forward Thirty-Two Years

To celebrate our 32nd wedding anniversary, Laura and I decided to revisit the Hoh Rain Forest, Lake Crescent, and venture to somewhere new, the Salt Creek Recreation Area.

Day One, Tuesday, July 24

Our three-day adventure started with leaving our Safari motorhome in Anacortes and driving our Honda Fit from Fidalgo Island to Whidbey Island an onto the ferry landing at Keystone.  The ferry was $17.80 ($14.45 for the car and driver, $3.35 for the passenger).

The ferry from Port Townsend arrives at the Keystone ferry landing on Whidbey Island, near Fort Casey.
Fort Casey Historic State Park campground.
Hudson Point Marina, Port Townsend
Once we landed in Port Townsend, we headed to the Point Hudson Cafe so I could enjoy their signature "cornmeal and cherry flapjacks".  After our late breakfast, we headed to Port Angeles where we had booked two nights at the Days Inn (1510 E Front St, Port Angeles, WA 98362).
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Cornmeal and cherry flapjacks.
Upon arrival in Port Angeles, we dropped our bags off at the Days Inn and headed to Salt Creek Recreation Area.  The county campground was very nice, and the scenery was spectacular.

Laura and Dale Mack at Tongue Point in the Salt Creek Recreation Area.
Tongue Point looking east.
Tongue Point looking west.
Laura walking on Tongue Point.
Salt Creek meets the sea.
After Salt Creek, we drove to Log Cabin Resort on Lake Crescent and then journeyed to the Fairholm National Park Service campground at the west end of the lake.  Laura and I tent camped at Fairholm on our honeymoon in 1986, and we return in 1991 in our Winnebago motorhome.  It was surprising as we drove past all the campsites that we didn't find a single site suitable for a sizeable RV, and yet in 1991 our 33' Winnebago was in one site and Laura's parents' 31' Bounder was in another.  I wonder if the Park Service reconfigured some of the sites because RV reviews of Fairholm today say it can only handle RV's under twenty-five foot.

Lake Crescent view from 48°04'24.30" N   123°46'24.31" W on the east side of the lake.
Dale Mack at Lake Crescent.

Day 2, Wednesday, July 25

Port Angeles to the Hoh Rain Forest is a one-way trip of 88 miles and roughly two hours in travel time.  We packed a lunched and headed west.  The stretch of Hwy 101 running past Lake Crescent was being repaved.  Vehicles only got through in escorted caravans, and the typical wait was twenty minutes.  The Hoh Rain Forest had the slowest ranger on the planet.  The single ranger had things so backed up, that it took thirty minutes and $30 to get into the park. Once inside it was a quick drive with no waiting to the visitor center.

Laura hiking the "Hall of Moss" trail in the Hoh Rain Forest.
Hall of Moss.
Ferns on the "Hall of Moss" trail.
One of many trees brought down by the wind.
Hall of Moss

Day Three, Thursday, July 26

Thursday was the actual day of our wedding anniversary.  The unseasonably warm weather continued as we enjoyed a sunny day.  Our return ferry to Whidbey Island was reserved for later in the day, so we slept in before getting ourselves together and heading back to Port Townsend.

It had been two years since we last visited Port Townsend.  The main street through the Victorian old town section had seen a lot of improvements from intersection plantings to sidewalk replacement and widenings.  One of the improvement casualties were some mature trees that provided shade on sunny days.

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Laura with a new blue & white find in Port Townsend.
It had been a wonderful three days reliving memories and making new ones.  We had done a lot of walking to the sound of waves, amongst towering trees hundreds of years old, and over streets that echoed another time.


Live well, Laugh often, Love much

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Rosario Beach

Laura Mack at Rosario Beach.
We come to Anacortes for the cooler summers, but it doesn't mean we don't like sitting out in the sun.  On a beautiful Saturday, we headed over to Bowman Bay.  Finding the parking lot full, we went to nearly Rosario Beach.  Who guess kicking one's feet up on a split rail fence could be so enjoyable.

Rosario Beach tide pools.
If you visit Rosario Beach at low tide you get to experience the tide pools.  We decided not to part take on this trip, and we just people watched.

The arc of Rosario Beach.
The small bay that creates Rosario Beach is part of Deception Pass State Park.  Rosario Head separates Bowman Bay from Rosario Beach.  Because of the connection, it is common to find kayakers exploring both bays.

An afternoon away from the motorhome.
Less than thrity minutes away from Fidalgo Bay RV Resort is Deception Pass State Park.  Split in half and situated on the north and south sides of Deception Pass, the park offers a lot.  From docks and a fine anchorage for vessels to a launch ramp and peddle beach for bathers and kayakers, there is much to engage the interest of those seeking the water.  Ashore you find trails, breathtaking scenery, and a dense forest that shouts Northwest.

Dale Mack at Rosario Beach.
Sharpe Cove near Bowman Bay, Rosario Head to the right.
Sharpe Cove, Bowman Bay in the background.

While we didn't kayak this day, people watching from chairs overlooking Rosario Beach produced a great day.  The sun felt great, the air smelled crisp and clean, and the sound of the waves on the shore easily lulled one to sleep.

Live well, Laugh often, Love much

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Cap Sante Marina

Cap Sante Marina.
Today I decided to hop on my bike and ride the two miles over the Tommy Thompson Trail to Cap Sante Marina in Anacortes.  While I technically passed through Anacortes in 1986 while on my honeymoon, 1999 was the first I was introduced to the marina when Laura, Sean, and I joined Catalina 22 Fleet 20 on a ten-day cruise of the San Juan Islands and the Canadian Gulf Islands.

Cap Sante in the background.
Cap Sante Marina has evolved a lot in the past nineteen years.  In 1999, the commercial docks had migrated to concrete, but the recreational docks were still wood.  In fact, at the time, the marina allowed boathouses, something you don't see today.

Our Catalina 22 "Harmony" berthed next to a Bayliner 38 in July 1999.  Nine years later, Laura and I would own a Bayliner 38, after upgrading from the Catalina 22 to a Catalina 30 mkIII.
The commercial side of the marina.
One of the nice features of the marina is that trailered boats don't have to be ramp launched where the trailer would be submerged in salt water.

Trailer boat lift.
1999 Trailer Boat Launch.
Our son Sean takes a picture of mom and dad after the three of us spent ten days in the islands.
A sample of the thriving wooden boat community in Anacortes.
I continued to ride my bike all the way to the breakwater at the entrance to the marina.  As is common around Anacortes, there are picnic tables and benches for folks to rest at when out biking or walking.

Breakwater
Beach at the breakwater.
The entrance to the marina.
The following photo sums up Cap Sante.  It's a comfortable home to both small and large vessels.  In this particular case, the small vessel is a thirty-two feet long Nordic Tug.

Someone always has more.
The north end of the marina has 26-36 foot slips.
Looking south.

Anacortes prides itself as the gateway to the San Juan Islands.  I've begun journeys on sailboats and powerboats from the marina, and with Safeway just across the street for provisioning, and West marine just a couple of blocks away, I can attest to it be a wonderful place to start and end a cruise.


Live well, Laugh often, Love much