Camping, the last day
Jul. 21st, 2008 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI made pancakes in the morning. It was a beautiful morning, a little cool, but otherwise gorgeous and bright. Omaha worked fire magic and soon had the fire going. I mashed eggs and milk into a bag of white powder we'd brought with us from home. I used a lot of butter; some of the pancakes were almost deep-fat-fried, but the fire was very hot and getting the pancakes to not burn was a bit of an exercise. None did, and everyone ate well.
We packed up. The girls were remarkably helpful and we were all packed by 12:30. The biggest challenge was repacking the clamshell; there seemed to be more bedding heading home than there had been heading out.
Leaping Small Fry We stopped at the Quilcene Salmon Hatchery, where the girls had a lot of fun feeding the baby fish and getting free sunglasses with eco-friendly slogans on them. As we watched, the fry were already leaping up at the aerating fresh water pouring in from the sluice above the storage runs. It was quite amazing to watch them leap like that, and hard to get pictures, but I think this one worked well.
We drove up to the ranger station where we repeated our tale of woe about the car being broken into an the county cops not being too receptive to our complaint. I mean, I guess they were doing the best they could, but we weren't exactly in cell-phone range.
We also complained about the state of the trails leading past US Forestry land into US Parks land. She shrugged and said something we'd heard twice before from Forestry and Parks Services people: "With this administration, what can you do?" I mean, when even federal officials are dissing the administration, the end can't come quickly enough.
We stopped for lunch at a little cafe' in Quilcene, then started down highway 104 to the ferry terminal. As we were driving, I spotted something moving out of the corner of my eye: a mouse was peeking his head up between the glass and the hood of the car! We pulled over at one of those county-run "visitor's centers," lifted the hood and discovered that the sucker had built an entire nest in the rain guard covering the windshield wiper motors. With a broom borrowed from the visitors center we dug the nest out. We didn't see him as we drove away, so we'd hoped he'd hopped out. This trip's surrealism meter ticked up a notch.
Kingston Ferry Dock The ferry ride home was uneventful. We got home around 6:30, and everyone dove for the showers. Omaha and I put fresh bedsheets on. Tomorrow would be a day to clean the camping gear.
The last donut was still there. Kouryou-chan insisted it wasn't too stale to eat. It appropriately ended up in the trash, where it belonged. Dinah was there too, and very happy to see us.
We packed up. The girls were remarkably helpful and we were all packed by 12:30. The biggest challenge was repacking the clamshell; there seemed to be more bedding heading home than there had been heading out.
Leaping Small Fry
We drove up to the ranger station where we repeated our tale of woe about the car being broken into an the county cops not being too receptive to our complaint. I mean, I guess they were doing the best they could, but we weren't exactly in cell-phone range.
We also complained about the state of the trails leading past US Forestry land into US Parks land. She shrugged and said something we'd heard twice before from Forestry and Parks Services people: "With this administration, what can you do?" I mean, when even federal officials are dissing the administration, the end can't come quickly enough.
We stopped for lunch at a little cafe' in Quilcene, then started down highway 104 to the ferry terminal. As we were driving, I spotted something moving out of the corner of my eye: a mouse was peeking his head up between the glass and the hood of the car! We pulled over at one of those county-run "visitor's centers," lifted the hood and discovered that the sucker had built an entire nest in the rain guard covering the windshield wiper motors. With a broom borrowed from the visitors center we dug the nest out. We didn't see him as we drove away, so we'd hoped he'd hopped out. This trip's surrealism meter ticked up a notch.
Kingston Ferry Dock
The last donut was still there. Kouryou-chan insisted it wasn't too stale to eat. It appropriately ended up in the trash, where it belonged. Dinah was there too, and very happy to see us.
