Aug. 1, 2011
On the way out of town we stop in to visit Annie’s daughter, Sarah, who manages a beautiful garden supply store. Then it’s north on I-5 through Portland and Seattle to the Whidbey Is. ferry and then to Freeland, land of the speed trap.
On the way to Deborah’s, I get accused of being a “f**king tourist by a guy in a truck, who apparently has never left Whidbey Island. Cop cars hiding behind trees and around curves.
We have a fabulous salmon dinner on the deck topped off by a homemade berry crisp from berries Deborah picked on the property. We stay up late, each with our individual I-pads, until our batteries run down.