I'm camping at Islands Inn in Anacortes. I didn't even have to set up a tent.
I might have a campfire later, but I forgot the marshmallows for the s'mores. I have a good view from this site.
My bear bag is ready for all those goodies that might attract a bear.
Tonight, I'm not even lighting up the cook stove. My hot cocoa tastes a bit different than usual, a bit fruity. I feel so mellow, but camping will do that to you.
This, I tell you, is roughing it, a cup of soup, bread from the griddle, and some gathered greens.
Tomorrow, I'll leave this enchanted camp, catch the ferry to Friday Harbor, and I'll have my sea kayaking adventure, hopefully with orcas. I'll be sure to tell you of the perils there. Just now, I wish I could bring some of this funky cocoa with me on the boat tomorrow.
Thank you for listening, jb