LEAVING BIRCH BAY

Today is moving day. Our time at Birch Bay has been uneventful, restful and a time to catch up on small projects.  We walked the park, enjoyed the mature trees, and pure black squirrels. This is the only place I’ve seen black squirrels in the many places we’ve traveled.

I looked them up in wikipedia and found they have an interesting background that you can read about at this link:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_squirrel


A woods loving plant prolific here.  I’m bothered by  how few plants I can remember names for. There was a time when I made it a point to know the names of everything that grew within my sight. I was heavily into gardening in another life.

For what reason the park managers cut this mature fir is anybody’s guess. It shows no signs of rot or damage.  Fir trees predominate and they are beautiful at this time of year with light green tips on darker old growth.

The next three days we’ll be boondocking and I’ll miss this pretty park and a friendly bird that walks on our roof every morning.
But most of all I’ll miss my daily swim. The pool is wonderful therapy for my injured shoulder.  But, the magic of RVing is looking to what’s next? What will I see?  Who will I meet?

MOVING TO BELLINGHAM, WASHINGTON

We left Auburn about 10:00 a.m. hoping to miss  most of the traffic. That didn’t work out, but we did drive part of the way in the HOV lanes. We saw some trucks, in it,  we were two, buses, are fine. Then signage farther down the road made us rethink that and we pulled out of it. The signage isn’t quite clear when it comes to motor homes. It rained most  of the 120 miles to our destination, Bellingham.

Part of the “scenic” drive was in the congested areas as in this flora covered concrete…

…with that ubiquitous scotch broom decorating everything.

The stuff is really heavy in this part of the state. I guess I’m a purist and think there should be a program to eradicate the stuff. Inmate road crews could make short work of the stuff with consistent effort, at least slow the spread.

Roadside art form in concrete.

My own “art form” in the motorhome. I changed pictures in my one and only frame.

Took a nice 30 minute swim before dinner  and fell asleep reading a really good book. I don’t know why Jim gets such a kick out me sleeping while I read. I guess it’s because I don’t drop the book. Anyway, pretty silly.  Today, we’ll explore Bellingham.