Camp Cookie

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Our little San Juan Island camping trip came right at the end of some "weather" but we mostly lucked out. We started off our trip heading up to Uncle Alan and Aunt Rachel's place in Bellingham where we BBQ'd some dead fish with some of our Hamster friends before heading out to the islands. Our primer-ride was a half day outing on the Bellingham trail system out to Fairhaven where we had a couple mid-afternoon beers before heading to Anacortes where we'd leave the RV during our Archipelago hopping.

We caught a morning ferry out to Friday Harbor but our first stop was on the way to the campground at the San Juan Winery. There, Kian was mauled by a kitty cat and daddy completely freaked out. Kian was cool with it, although he's become more of a dog man now.

The fuzzy soft kitty lured us in: it came up to us while we played on the lawn all purring and cute and gentle. Kian loves animals and was so happy to pet the kitty. I sat there petting the fuzziness too and remarked at how gentle Kian was being with the cat. The cat came back for a 3rd petting and as Kian gently stroked the kitty it rolled over as if playing, but actually it was scratching -- in a fraction of a second it made several quick swipes before i could grab it to fling it away. Kian went down and blood trickled down from several of the scratches. My first thought was that it had got his eye, but we lucked out. He cried for maybe 15-seconds and then was fine.



Above is campsite #1 on San Juan Island where it was only a short walk to Duck Soup, Daddy's favorite restaurant ever from his bike tour guiding days. Daddy skimped on the accommodations so that he could gorge himself, and gorge he and mommy did. They dropped bookoo dinero.

Below is our 2nd campsite on Orcas Island where daddy super-skimped. We camped for free at the Orcas Airport and then ate Mexican.

If you don't like my cookie,
then there's too many cookie in the kitchen.

Ferry Boy

Ferry Boy? I was pushing for the title "Fly Boy".

Not for the squeamish: Below are the cat-scratch pics from the Winery.

Dirty Little Man

Quick Pic Post

Kian and I went and caught Reid in action: he was playing in the league Championship game. Pictures of us hanging out with the Lutz clan, Reid standing on third after rippin a triple, and Reid behind the plate and gearing up. The day before Justin's team also played for the league title but I missed that game so no pics of Justin playing ball. Both of my nephews took 2nd in their respective divisions and both made the All-Star team. My hero's.



The day before that game we hit Gasworks Park in Seattle to watch the sunset and drink a toddy. Great place for Kian to watch the airplanes come and go off the lake. We live on the flight path, so he's become a serious sky gazer.

Mr. Baby

Here are a few more pictures from the Mt Hood Cycling Classic a few weeks ago where Annie and Kian joined me for the final few stages. I'm not sure if I mentioned that I was a guest rider for a friends' team because neither of mine were racing this weekend, and so we were invited to stay at Tim and Sue's cabin along with a big group of their friends. Tim has been a cyclocross rival of mine when Seattle and Portland clash, he's a formidable foe, and his wife Sue races the national circuit and is definitely one of the top woman cyclocrossers in the country. You know, Sue Butler. Anyway, the weekend was a blast hanging out with these folks and the hospitality was awesome. A 5-year old kid took a shine to Kian, and referred to him as Mr. Baby. We like it, so Mister Baby it is.

Senor Baby in his skinsuit/race onesie.

A couple of dorks.

Plumb tuckered out after a day of racing.

Back Tracks

A few pics from recent weeks gone by. First up are pictures from a Chiwawa trip a few weeks ago. There was Spring cleaning to be done, note the yard, and the pics of some of us working while "others of us" just hung around all day.

What came first: the Lazy Boy or the lazy boy?

Hey you, get to work!

At some point during the weekend we hit up a 40th birthday party in Plain. Spare Rib and the Bluegrass Boys were playing and Kian had a great view although sequestered in a tent. He had the best seat in the house: he could mosh mosquito-free while we were eaten alive. Don't worry, he wasn't lonely: most of the time he attracted a large gathering and he really knows how to work an audience. I wish I had video of him rockin the tent --boys gone wild!





I am still looking for that picture of Kian and I in our matching attire: yeah, I had on my Osh Kosh's, and I must say I looked nearly as cute as the K-man.