After a great many
"cations" had happened so far this summer (Charlotte-cation and Nana-cation), it seemed time for our own mini-cation. So, I booked a day long whale watching tour to the San Juan Islands.
"cations" had happened so far this summer (Charlotte-cation and Nana-cation), it seemed time for our own mini-cation. So, I booked a day long whale watching tour to the San Juan Islands.
It started out great (albeit somehow freezing due to the delightful wind), with us happily residing on the top deck of the Clipper. Approximately three minutes into the trip, Logan and I were pretty much the only people left up there. We ventured down below and spent the next three hours with Logan asking "Where are the whales?!?!" and walking up and down between the three decks of the boat. The scenary was gorgeous and the sun was out so it was thoroughly enjoyable anyway. (See happy Logan above in the Strait of Juan De Fuca shortly after Deception Pass).
What is a minke whale you ask? (I am not making it up - I swear) Minke Whales are solitary whales (not so awesome) that are shy (even less awesome). Fortunately for us it was a juvenile whale so we saw it's tiny fin 4 times. Yay! Seriously though, Logan was a little heart broken by the lack of Orcas and insisted that we sit inside the boat for the last hour of the sealife tour. He only missed the island of sea gulls anyway...
Once in Friday Harbor it was hot hot hot. Finally a little bit of summer! We walked the little town, ate ice cream cones, and went to a great book store where I had enough sense to buy a Richard Scary book.
When it was finally time to board the Clipper back home trauma struck our family. Logan's beloved (tiny) stuffed crocodile (which he had not looked at in a year but suddenly fell in love with at five am today) fell overboard amidst some wild hand gesturing as we waited at the dock. Logan began to wail as if his arm had been broken to the point where he was gasping for air and there was nothing I could do. The crocodile had fallen 15 feet into the water below us and all we could do was watch it slowly sink as there were at least 100 people in front of us on the pier blocking the way to the single file ramp to the crocodile's watery grave. Grown men around me were trying to figure out ways to rescue it but it simply could not be done. A lot of consoling and a small stuffed orca whale toy later (and perhaps a slightly illicit game downloaded onto my iPhone) we embarked on our trip home. Somehow the trip home was the best part of the day.
When it was finally time to board the Clipper back home trauma struck our family. Logan's beloved (tiny) stuffed crocodile (which he had not looked at in a year but suddenly fell in love with at five am today) fell overboard amidst some wild hand gesturing as we waited at the dock. Logan began to wail as if his arm had been broken to the point where he was gasping for air and there was nothing I could do. The crocodile had fallen 15 feet into the water below us and all we could do was watch it slowly sink as there were at least 100 people in front of us on the pier blocking the way to the single file ramp to the crocodile's watery grave. Grown men around me were trying to figure out ways to rescue it but it simply could not be done. A lot of consoling and a small stuffed orca whale toy later (and perhaps a slightly illicit game downloaded onto my iPhone) we embarked on our trip home. Somehow the trip home was the best part of the day.

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