So I guess I have been sleeping under a rock. As many times as I have visited Sedona, and that includes at least six trips, I just visited West Fork Trail in Oak Creek, 12 miles north of Sedona.
During this time of the year the trees are changing colors in dramatic fashion. The golden maples (at least I think they are maples) are magnificent. All this set against the red rocks and turquoise sky is simply amazing.
It’s a well maintained trail along Oak Creek. Three miles each way but go at your own pace and enjoy the changing fall leaves and the creek that runs by. There is a $9 entry fee so bring some cash. I arrived late in the afternoon and didn’t get a chance to hike the full trail. I am told you might get a little wet as the trail crosses the creek. I will definitely make time for a return trip here.
There’s a creek that runs through Boulder and I bet you can guess its name. But seriously, though, there’s a great paved walkway or you can stroll closer to the water’s edge. The roar of the creek will soothe any anxieties one might have about turning 50 years old! But I digress.
BOCO as they like to call it, is a great pedestrian city. From the hikes along the creek to shopping at the Pearl Street mall, there’s lots to do and it is easy on the feets!
Whew! Finally made it, safe and sound to San Juan Island. We caught the ferry at Anacortes, a couple hours drive from Seattle and boarded the ferry for a one hour trip across Rosario Strait to Friday Harbor. It’s $53 bucks to board your car onto the ferry but you don’t pay for the return. The forecast was for rain, and it did all day yesterday, but never anything harder than a light drizzle.Today’s weather beat the forecast and while it was overcast, it never rained.
I found out where Norman Rockwell has been hiding all these years.
In historic Roche Harbor, here on San Juan Island. It’s an old lime production company town and it is just as beautiful as it is patriotic, with less than a week before July 4th. With its American (and Canadian) flags draped all over white picket fences, you get a sense that they are polishing the barbeques and stocking up on fireworks as I write this. It is located on the Haro Strait and if Sarah Palin were here she would we able to see Canada from her hotel room. Amidst this Americana there is a beautiful sculpture garden overlooking the harbor and another one down the road from town. There were very nice, pricey pieces like the one below, dotted along a nice walkway. “Whale Tail” can be yours for $38,000.
There are several hikes around Roche Harbor. The longest is 1.75 miles.
Tomorrow – a real treat – my first whale watching trip! We went to Lime Kiln State Park for an hour today and stared at the sea. Saw a few porpoises but apparently missed the Orcas by two hours. They track them like we in New Orleans follow Mardi Gras parades. I’ll board the float, I mean the boat, at 1:30 p.m.
I left bayou country yesterday en route to higher ground and more great walks. The summer temperatures can really heat up an airplane cabin so I kept the window shade down for most of the trip. When the pilot said we were getting close to Seattle I raised the shade and got an eyeful of Mount Ranier peeking through the clouds. Oh boy, this trip to Woodinville and San Juan Islands is going to be an adventure!
Just a hiccup upon arrival. The rental car agent had a wily way of quoting prices. Good thing I questioned her at the Budget counter or else I would have signed a contract for all kinds of additional fees. It was a simple thing, really. She quoted an upgrade for “$13” but she really meant $13 a day. Same goes for cost of adding a driver. (Never mind I had already contracted for this same upgrade for a flat fee of $3.)
But I was on to her and all is well! Time to hit the highways.
Arrived in Woodinville, safe and sound . Willows Lodge is beautiful. There is a pig and also a wedding right outside my window! More later.