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Not off to the best start…

We left Fort Flagler State Park a few hours earlier then we had planned. We was told the (only) bridge off the island was getting inspected and was having delays up to 20 minutes long and since we had to get propane we left at noon over the planned 1:30pm.

We got off the island with no issue at all and even got our propane and was able to make the U turn back on the road which was a stress since traffic there can be tricky but all was well and we went to the ferry terminal and tried to get on the 2pm ferry but they was full due to low tides canceling 2 earlier ferries so there was a backup of sorts.

The ferry was also running late, our reservation was suppose to leave at 3:30pm but it was after 4pm before it finally took off. We arrived at South Whidbey State Park just before 5pm.

We parked Ackbar in our space, and since we wanted to use our awning we backed up farther to avoid a tree only to start sinking, lucky for us, we was able to get out. So at the time being, there is no chance we can use our awning.

As we was setting up I smelled propane, and sure enough the relief valve wasn’t all the way close… Grr… I paid for that, the least the propane person could do is make sure she closed it.

I then started to set up the dish for the tv. We was told multiple time that this spot has great DirectTV access… After 3+ hours I gave up. I did not even get a bump of signal.

Good thing there isn’t any NBA playoffs or NHL playoff game 7’s that went into OT or anything… I would be ticked if I missed that sort of thing.

We showered and then “ate” what few leftovers we had left, somehow this week “meal planning” has been completely ignored, normally we have plenty of food to choose from, but this week the fridge seems more bare then usual.

After I showered I went outside to make sure I closed a compartment door and as I was walking past the propane I heard the HISSS and smelled the propane, Pauline brought me some light and together we discovered the T mount we had installed last Fall and still have never used, was leaking at the end of the hose. (The end you screw into a propane tank) I have zero clue why or how, but it was leaking.

Ok. Fine. Whatever. We got the wrench set out and took off the hose and put the plug on and we will just add this to the ever growing list of “what needs to be fixed now”.

I can’t say this has been a bad day, but it for sure was not a good day.

I better not miss the Pacers game tomorrow night…

Happy Birthday!

On December 26, 2013 Pauline turned 40 and since it was the holiday the Park staff took time off while Pauline worked the office. So on Friday 12/27/2013 Pauline and I took the ferry to Whidbey Island and drove around Fort Casey to get an idea of the park since we have a offer to host there this Spring.

As soon as we arrived we was lucky to witness two large immature Bald Eagles sitting on the ground working over a carcass. And of course, we left the camera at home since we didn’t think we would get any chance for wild life pictures.

After 30 minutes or so we headed to Oak Harbor and stopped at Starbucks before continuing our journey to Everett. We always take WA 529 South when we come from the North and never once have we ever had to stop due to the draw bridge. That is until this day.

Nothing like traveling 3+ hours and having a 15+ minute stop 3.2 miles from your final destination. Sigh.

Anyway, it was a great day. We had enough time to do a quick visit with Daphna and Allen before I took Pauline to Seattle for a hair appointment while Daphna and Allen had their own errands. Daphna was planning to join Pauline at the salon, but her errands ran late, but she was able to pick Pauline up while Allen and I visited back at their place.

Pauline and Daphna arrived back home around 7pm and we got ready for a Italian dinner while sharing some great wine and great smoke. Somehow, we all ended up in the bathroom toasting Pauline with some wine, I am still not sure how that happen, maybe too much wine or smoke?

We went to dinner, and the food could not have been better. The waiter was funny and apparently he had been having a bad night with bad customers, so he thanked us multiple times letting us know we made his night and he even gave Pauline a birthday Chocolate Mousse that was to die for. Daphna and Allen had some “eggnog gelatin” that was also really good and when you mixed the two… WOW. So So good!

We went back to the house and had more wine and more smoke and many more laughs as we caught up with the last 7 months we had not seen each other. It was well after 2am when we all went to bed.

Saturday we got out of bed around 9am. Pauline wanted to do some errands, Allen had a meeting, so after Pauline, Daphna and I had lunch at a local NY Pizza joint, Daphna and I went to Starbucks while Pauline went to do her errands. After Starbucks we drove around talking before going to the marina and walking around watching the ducks, seeing the USS Nimitz at port and just enjoying the day.

We went back to the house around 3:30pm and the four of us had yet another great dinner as Allen is a master cook. More drink and smoke and laughs. Pauline and Allen went to bed around 9pm while Daphna and I thought we would be doing the same within the hour.

That would turn out to be 5 am.

One conversation went into another went into another… Ugh… We was both falling asleep while talking. So tired, but so enjoyable.

We was both so exhausted from the past few days, weeks, months as we all have so much going on, but no regrets at all staying up that late talking with a loved one.

Pauline and I got up at 9am expecting to slip out quietly so they could sleep in when Allen got up and offered to make breakfast, Daphna soon joined and we left the house at 11am. We arrived at the ferry with about 1:10 wait for the next ferry, but thankfully we have the NFL Package and was able to watch the Saints play. WHO DAT!

Things like that can make waiting a pleasure.

Pauline and I got home around 4pm. My “second wind” died and I think we hit the bed by 9pm.

We had yet another great time in Everett.

Too bad they turned our RV parking pad into a Japanese garden with a chicken coop. I would love to live in a box in that back alley any day.

Everything you hear, could be something else…

This blog entry was written on June 27, 2013 ~ For the safety of the Mountain Lions we post dated this entry until now.

I was going to write about this a few days ago, but without any real evidence, I didn’t want to really discuss it since we just wasn’t sure what we really heard. Not that I have concrete evidence now, I just think we didn’t hear what we thought we heard.

Sunday night June 23, 2013 Pauline and I was outside enjoying the cooling temps, the Sun had just set, it was early dusk, we had a deer about 50 yards away from us, we had numerous birds around us, singing, eating the seeds we leave them, we had a good stiff drink in our hand and it was just NICE to be doing what we was doing.

Then we heard “cries” from a distance away. At first we wasn’t sure we heard it due to the wind, but the dogs across the road started barking, so we knew we did hear something.

A few minutes later we heard it, this time, much louder and for much longer and much more consistent. For about 2 minutes, we heard a cry about every 5-10 seconds.

Our first thought, a Mountain Lion was killing another Mountain Lion, or Bobcat and doing so SLOOOOOOOWLY….

It was not pleasant at all to listen to. But since it was dusk, and we had been drinking, we decided it would have to wait until Monday before we go looking.

Monday afternoon I spent about 90 minutes in the hot sun in rugged bush trying to find a carcass, or signs of a kill, such as vultures, blood, fur etc. I found nothing. I walked about 2 miles up and down hills, into thick thorny areas and all I got for it was a sprained left thigh, cuts, bruises, sun burned and tired.

We have been on the look out for vultures ever since but still nothing.

Today, Matt and I went on a loop of the preserve and on the way we swapped out the motion camera’s card. He just emailed me this video.

I am now convinced we did not hear a Mountain Lion kill… But two Mountain Lions mating.

All I know is, Mountain Lions must be really into kinky stuff.

For the safety of the Mountain Lions we post dated this entry.

Everything you hear, could be something else…

June 27, 2013 ~ For the safety of the Mountain Lions we post dated this entry.

I was going to write about this a few days ago, but without evidence, I didn’t want to really discuss it. Not that I have concrete evidence now, I just think we didn’t hear what we thought we heard.

Sunday night June 23, 2013 Pauline and I was outside enjoying the cooling temps, the Sun had just set, it was early dusk, we had a deer about 50 yards away from us, we had numerous birds around us, singing, eating the seeds we leave them, we had a good stiff drink in our hand and it was just NICE to be doing what we was doing.

Then we heard “cries” from a distance away. At first we wasn’t sure we heard it due to the wind, but the dogs across the road started barking, so we knew we did hear something.

A few minutes later we heard it, this time, much louder and for much longer and much more consistent. For about 2 minutes, we heard a cry about every 5-10 seconds.

Our first thought, a Mountain Lion was killing another Mountain Lion, or Bobcat and doing so SLOOOOOOOWLY….

It was not pleasant at all to listen to. But since it was dusk, and we had been drinking, we decided it would have to wait until Monday before we go looking.

I spent about 90 minutes in the hot sun in rugged bush to find a carcass, or signs of a kill, such as vultures, blood, fur etc. I found nothing. I walked about 2 miles up and down hills, into thick thorny areas and all I got for it was a sprained left thigh, cuts, bruises, sun burned and tired.

We have been on the look out for vultures ever since but still nothing.

Today, Matt and I went on a loop of the preserve and on the way we swapped out the motion camera’s card. He just email me this video.

I am now convinced we did not hear a Mountain Lion kill… But two Mountain Lions mating.

All I know is, Mountain Lions must be really into kinky stuff.

For the safety of the Mountain Lions we post dated this entry.

Paton’s Bird House

*Pictures taken July 15, 2013

I have wanted to mention this for 3 months or so.

Just down the road from the TNC is Paton’s Bird House. From my understanding, The Paton’s had so many bird feeders out for such a long time, like 30+ years, that it has become a Birder’s destination.

They have some awnings and benches/chairs set up in the back yard, there is no fee, but they do ask for donations for sugar and seed. They also ask that you sign in. You park outside the gate and walk around the right side of the house and you will see a few hundred birds all at once.

No exaggeration.

The Paton’s have both past away, and the house is for sale, but the State of Arizona and the daughter of the Paton’s want to only sell the house to a BIRDER who will keep the tradition of the birds going since it has become such a legendary birders stop, that the State has hired the current care taker, Larry Morgan, to take care of the birds until they find a buyer.

Larry Morgan is from Mississippi and is a very friendly and knowledgeable birder and we have always enjoyed our conversations with him.

We highly suggest stopping by here when in the area, its a easy way to see many birds of many kinds.