I have a friend with a home in the San Juan Islands that has everything one would want in an island home: simplicity of style, plenty of light, beds, beds, beds. Acreage, a deer-fenced garden, Adirondack chairs upon a porch, a lodge pole pavilion with a wood burning fireplace, sunsets over the water, trees, trees, trees. And a writing hut, for she is a writer. I have never been able to understand why my friend is not out there all the time.
Here we go again, ferrying to the San Juan Islands. This would all be good but the boating is flanked by I 5 freeway driving to and fro Seattle. That’s the part that isn’t right. Otherwise we are talking about what I consider one of the nicest cities in the country and one of the most pastoral and serene of seaside places. “The islands,” as they are locally known. A tough choice.
On our last trip out to the islands a pod of orcas was alongside us like synchronized swimmers, perhaps as many as twenty. The boat was in waters between San Juan Island and Jones Island, not where whales normally pass. In that moment our boat was the only one around, and we were the only people in the world enjoying the magnificent sighting. A good sign, I know it is. I could feel it.
Maybe we should say we have lived in the city for a number of years, and a change could be good.
One thing is for sure: we know of no other way to find out.
4 responses to “Sign of the Whale”
Kim, meet Jen, aka Straight-no-chaser Mom (link below). Two gifted Seattle bloggers who ought to know each other!
Beautiful, both the Orca’s and the environment. You are so luck to be able to visit, regardless and have the time! I am envious!
Thanks, Ann. I believe I just signed up to subscribe to her blog. Would very much like to meet Jennifer Munro!
And Lynn, you know I think we may very well wind up there.