Two weekends ago was a stroll from the house to the Sound and back. The 16 miles on sidewalks is great for filing down the beast's toenails but tough on my old-man knees. Although I am not quite there yet, I understood and appreciated Warren Buffet's econ-nerd sentiment when he said: "I’m pretty well depreciated. I’m getting down to salvage value".
To balance out the urban trek, last weekend we opted for a scenic hike off of Chukanut Drive. Its a beautiful stretch of road along the Sound that feels like the good stretches of California's Hwy 1 or 101 (views, a little bit of car sickness, structurally challenged pavement, etc, etc, etc).
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| San Juan Islands - so close but my apathy towards boats makes them feel so far |
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| Mt. Baker - home of the big sockeye |
The ten mile loop was mostly gentle but that first climb up the ridge made me realize I have some serious training to do if I expect to survive this summer's attempt at alpine deer hunting. Or I need to get a horse to carry my sorry ass...
As a reward (?) for good behavior we headed across the road to Taylor Shellfish's oyster farm. We each sampled four different kinds of oysters and I am convinced that the smaller the better. The Tabasco masks the slime much better that way.
