I know, it has been awhile. But, I must say that I have been recently motivated by a trip to Blakely Island, a private Island in the San Juan Islands. From a deck, each night I was privileged & VERY thankful to overlook beautiful sunsets & the horseshoe shaped (& well traveled) Orcas Island.
Many parts of this trip were personally motivating, but in particular, for today’s case I will share I few of my adventures.
Fresh garden. Check. Green house. Check. Seafood caught that day. Check. A chef for a brother. Check. An ocean. Check. 2 fresh water lakes. Check. A four wheeler and dirt bikes. Check. Lookouts. Check. Hikes. Check. Rocks, shells, bouquets, books, instruments. Check. No mosquitos. Check. Wood fires. Check. Kayaks, rafts & Swimming. Check. Oysters, king salmon, prawns, octopus, clams, black cod, crab. Check. Oxygen. Check. Beer, lots of beer. Check. A five year old (Henry) as a pack leader. Check. A family member & amazing woman (Lindy) responsible for a wonderful home away from home. Check. A family to share this with. CHECK.
Now please know, that this
home commune on Blakely wasn’t an easy feat & didn’t happen over night. Instead it has taken years of planning & living out a lifestyle of doing. Making a garden, creating a green house space that could facilitate growth of plants & vegetables that do not grow in a cool/cold Puget Sound climate, a wood shop to make essentials, places/things for rest/adventures/peace, & hunting and gathering doesn’t come easy. Yet it is FUN, exploratory, purposeful, and not to mention, so healthy, refreshing and SCRUMPTIOUS.
I plan to share more with you, but for now please enjoy some pictures of what I mean & challenge yourself to pick a tomato, plant seeds, swim in a pond, breathe fresh air, &/or find a local butcher. It’s a start to forming a healthy and purposeful life.
Puget sound look out spot & Lindy’s A Frame.
Big Sis’s salad made straight from the garden located out the back door, 30 steps to the left.
The night of following the arrow led to this. Chef Marlow yet again.
Pyro boy time. Looking at . . .
The bus. The path to a wonderful place. One filter.