Roger here... This post begins with a statue on Rosario Beach of a "fabled" Indian maiden. She and a chief of the underwater people fell in love and married. She then lived underwater where she provided food from the sea to the people of her former village. I eliminated all the squabbling, famine, and family feuds and went straight to the happy ending. So they lived happily ever after.
Today's post highlights three interesting hikes in the white stuff (the fog that had descended on our perfect weather). What did you think I was referring to?
ROSARIO HEAD AND BEACH HIKE...
A mysterious island that floated out of the mist below:
It was a white, white day.
EBEY'S BEACH - BLUFF-RIDGE TRAIL (Whidbey Island)...
Bandido here... I liked this hike so much that I decided to take over the blog. We all got in the SUV and rode to Whidbey Island. We did not stop at Deception Pass State Park like we often do. We continued on to Ebey's Landing State Park. I cried in my crate the entire way. Mom says I cry because I am excited. Dad says I cry because I don't like the crate. Wanna know a secret? I cry in the crate because it irritates the bejeepers out of both of them.
When we arrived at this thing called a trailhead, Mom and Dad read this sign thing. Yada yada yada. So boring!
It was then that I saw what we would be doing.
They expected me to climb up all those steps at their slow pace. They are so slow. Mom is faster than Dad, but neither one of them can match Poquita and me. I think they both have a genetic problem.
After Mom and Dad stumbled up the steps, they showed me what the rest of the trip up to the ridge thing would be like. It kinda squiggled like a worm. Looked like fun to me!
About half-way up the squiggly part we looked back and could see the parking lot (little ant-like dots in the middle of the picture) and the SUV that contained my crate. Good riddance!
I remembered everything. I had walked this trail as a young pup in 2013. Mom and Dad took me on a ferry ride to this cool place from a place called the "Olimpac Pensala." (Dad taught Bandido to spell -- D.)
Dad is all the time taking pictures. He seems to like that stuff. He needs to get a life. He told Mom and Poquita to look at him and smile. So, of course, they did. Smarmy! Ugh!
He begged me to turned around and smile. NO WAY! I turned my head part-way and glared.
I really did like the views up there, though. Look at all the water in "Puke Jut" Sound. (Not a very good name).
Since I have been here before, I remember those lagoonies. They are bigger when you get down to 'em.
I really, really, really like watching the insects on the beach walking below. Dad said they were peeple. I said maybe birds, but not peeple. Dad said no, they are peeple. They were gone when we got there. I guess we'll never know.
The trail at the top was not flat. I love it! It went up and down; up and down! Oh boy! Look, more steps up there. Dad used a phrase that his mom used to use, "You gotta be kiddin' me"! I said, "Let's do it!"
After a while we seemed to be going down. Then the trail wriggled (Dad said zig-zagged, funny word) to the bottom. There were logs in front of us, so we could not get to the beach. I said that they looked like the logs in Pet Sematary and there was no way I was going to cross them.
Dad was frustrated because we could not get to the beach. We all wanted to be on the beach. He tried to find a crossing place while mom kept us safe. He did this over and over.
We had to walk on the trail next to the smelly lagoon. None of us liked it. We wanted the ocean. It was so close.
Mom, my ultimate hero, pointed to a good place to get over the logs. She checked it out. She signaled us to follow her. We made it to the beach!
The walk along the beach was fun for all of us. Mom and Dad looked for rocks that they wanted to bring home. Why? Please tell me why? They always do this! Poquita and me were more interested in crab legs and kelp. Time to turn this back over to Dad.
At the turn-around point we wandered into the woods.
We took a short off-shoot to see an amazing 850-year-old Douglas fir growing out of the sand. Wasn't this the tree that ate the Weasleys' car in one of the Harry Potter movies?
We took another detour to see the wetland behind the sand dunes.
As we arrived back to the beach we enjoyed watching kids (not pictured) play with the driftwood
(He's all worn out from writing the blog -- D.)
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