Well we just returned from a pretty great coastal camping trip to Crescent Bay, on the Washington side of the Strait of Juan de Fuca. The weather was actually pretty decent, with sun everyday, but the NW winds were another matter altogether. The almost constant 20 knot winds scoured the beach and the campground everyday, all day, and… all night. It made for some interesting arrangements for people sleeping in tents. With the strategic positioning of vehicles as wind breaks and lots of additional tie downs none of our pals were blown away into the night. But, on the bright side… There’s always a bright side, right? Those pesky mosquitos were not able to fly!
Let’s have a look at the video highlight reel:
We had a wonderful group of family and friends join us for the adventure. As much as I always enjoy my time surfing my kayak, I gotta say, just hanging around camp and watching all the kids play may have been the highlight for me.
Flying kites, kicking the soccer ball, ultimate frisbee, red light – green light, and all of it done at a full speed run… What a delight to watch.
But I think my favorite game may have been the session with the story discs.
Some background: Several years ago I hiked off into the forest and cut a few branches from a vine maple tree. I sliced those 1-1/2 inch round branches into 1/2 inch thick discs, and then decorated them with a name, a picture of an item, a sign, icon, anything that might trigger a vivid young imagination into developing a story as the discs are revealed. Each kid – there’s no size limit to being a kid in this game – picks a bunch of discs and then as they turn over the discs to see the different people, places, or things they develop a story to tell the others.
Well, I gotta say it was pretty entertaining to sit back and watch and listen to their wild tales of destruction and general mayhem.
One of the must visit places when you camp at Crescent Bay are the tide pools out along Tongue Point.
Our platoon of campers marched out there in the afternoon to explore the rocky, barnacle encrusted finger of land jutting out into the waves.
Since our group of hikers numbered 21 people and 2 dogs, we never had everybody together in one place at one time for that classic group photo. You know, now the I’m trying to count them up in my head we may have had 22 people. Not sure, but the two dogs is an accurate number.
Anyway it was certainly nice to see how well the big kids and the little kids all got along and interacted together.
Sunday afternoon found all the other families packing up and rolling out for home. Camp activity that night settled down quickly with just Leane, Richie, the Dudes, and Suzie and me. After the dudes got showered up and lost about 70% of the sand and grit that had been stuck to their bodies, they all snuggled into our van and we played “guess what animal I am” until it was time for bed.
So that’s about it for this edition of the Adventure Journal. As a final word, Suzie and I would just like to say thanks to all of the wonderful folks that joined us on this trip. We are truly blessed to have such kind, thoughtful, easy going “happy campers” to share these adventures with.