I've been mocked by my kids for having such a lame dream vacation, but we took them anyway. The older two, that is. We packed our bikes in the car and drove to Washington. It was so nice to be with Bronwen and Ethan: there was no crying in the car and we never heard, "When are we going to get there?"
On Orcas Island. Our friends, Dave, Christine, and Jared Higham came with us. We parked our cars in Anacortes, WA, loaded our bags in trailers and took the ferry to Friday Harbor, San Juan Island, which was our home base.
Jason on a ferry with the bikes and another ferry in the background.On Fidalgo Island. Jared, Ethan, and Bronwen. These kids were awesome to travel with; they had so much fun together. They sang as we rode our bikes (some favorites were "This is the road that never ends" and "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"). Every night they enjoyed "Teen Time", which is what they called staying up watching movies in the living room after the adults went to bed.
Roche Harbor, San Juan Island.
We didn't just cycle. We rode mopeds and scootcoupes. This is me pinching Ethan's cheek and trying to get him to smile. He couldn't drive without a license and wasn't too happy about that.
We explored the beaches and tidepools.
We ziplined (that's Jason zipping over a small lake).
On Lopez Island. The weather was fantastic. It was about 65 every day, which was such a relief after the Utah heat. The islands were stunning. We enjoyed good friends and good food. It really was as fun as I dreamed it would be.