In 2001, I drove my little dodge dakota alone off the ferry from Alaska, through the town of Bellingham without a second thought as I made my way to my new life in Seattle.
In 2007, my husband and I overnighted in Bellingham before catching a 7 am cruise to Victoria, BC. This past weekend my husband and daughter and I thought we’d finally stop and see what Bellingham had to offer.
We didn’t spend much time downtown, but we were charmed by the boardwalk along Bellingham Bay.
Loved this heron.
My girl had the best time. So much to discover!
I loved all the sailboats, and the sunset was spectcular.
I love shopping at Anthropologie. Not because I actually buy anything; I make way too little money. Not to mention the fact that their fairy tale clothes fit a version of me from a long, long time ago, and a land far away.
I love Anthropologie for the window shopping. The mix of feminine with the unexpected and out of the ordinary makes the shopping experience interesting every time.
But mostly I love Anthropologie because of the work they put into their displays. They build sculptures: an impossible pile of 50 wooden chairs all balanced on one chair on the floor (don’t worry they prepared for klutzes like me and secured them in place), a display of antique light bulbs, a water scene sculpted entirely of bubble wrap.
And yesterday, a papier mache ostrich.
I don’t know if the Anthropologie staff gave her a name, but I think I shall call her name Shirley.
It was a hot day in August, 98 degrees, and the heat was doing strange things to the light, and our moods, and my hair. But we had to get out of the house.
From the lower parking lot of Seattle’s Museum of History and Industry there is a little trail that leads to the lake, and a footbridge that leads to Marsh Island. The trees close in around you, the shade and the breeze off the water cool the air, lingering humidity makes the forest feel a bit dank, the path disappearing into the woods, the occasional park bench hidden in dark corners, makes the trail inviting, yet it also feels a bit mysterious or dangerous.
A tiny little island framed by Lake Washington’s Union Bay and the Evergreen Bridge, Marsh Island is aptly named. The path through the island is often muddy, regardless of the weather. I suspect the kids dripping their way back to the car from the swimming hole may be contributing to the texture of the trail. With the exception of the swimming hole, the island is surrounded by wetlands, water grasses, lily pads and the accompanying pond scum, or what ever that scary green bubbly stuff is called. I’ve asked what it was before, but didn’t stick around long enough for the answer. While I like looking at lily pads, the green stuff grosses me out.
Nearby, UW’s Water Activities Center rents kayaks and canoes; boaters can quietly slip under the bridge to the Arboretum on the other side.
The area is rich with wildlife, particularly waterfowl and beavers. There is a huge beaver dam nearby. We didn’t see any beavers this time, but the place was teeming with ducks.
It’s so nice to be able to get to a quiet place in what’s left of nature. Especially if you can find it in the city.
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