Ross and I met up wth TS, Sloan, Jenny, Mark, and MaLora for the Fremont Art Walk.
It was hard to find one's way among the three or four blocks--a map was necessary.
Saturday morning, Carey and Myles picked us up and we drove off to Camano Island, but on the way we ate gigantic cinnamon rolls--the first giant food of a weekend full of giant food.
This is Loki, C and M's friend, who they take care of when his parents go out of town. Loki showed us his beach.
There were a bunch of bald eagles living there. Even balder now that Carey has started stealing their feathers.
Myles offered cool seaweeds to the gods.
Look closely-an eagle.
Carey started building little cairns.
And I got sort of obsessed with building them.
Loki's beach house is kind of a nice place.
Carey rolled this load of firewood over to the pit in the flat-tired wheelbarrel, but it ended up too windy for a fire.
For breakfast Myles made gigantic 12 grain pancakes.
And in the afternoon, we stopped for gigantic ice cream cones at the roadside produce stand. Myles was disappointed: there was no strawberry, and his second choice (peach) turned out to be flavorless. All the guilt and none of the pleasure.
Ross made a better choice: butter brickle.
This is the first of a new series: port-a-potties are pretty funny out here. And strangely abundant at that.
Groucho returns!
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