Whidbey Island day one

Well at 6:10 am, the construction workers came, parked right next to my RV, and blasted the radio long enough for me to get up and drive away quickly.  I really wanted to roll down the window and rip them all, like a screaming banshee, but I didn't. Because, as a woman traveling alone, this was a group of rough looking guys, and because I wasn't 100% sure that overnight camping was even tolerated here. I feel like I have to zip my lip on occasion, just to error on the side of safety.....Ugh.

Foggy, groggy, and really half asleep, I made it a few miles down the road to a public parking lot in the town of Langley, where I gave Jo Jo a walk in the adjacent lawn. I walked towards the town center, and literally nobody was around, but I noticed a breakfast spot opening at 8 a.m. I took the time to do some morning chores, as I do a daily clean up, then decided to treat myself to breakfast at The Breaburn. It's rare that I go out to eat, as I prepare my own meals in the RV. It was a lovely bistro type setting, and I sat at the counter. There's a blown glass studio right next door, and my water was served in one of their organic shaped tumblers. I ordered a customized omelette and will enjoy the other half in a day or two. The coffee was superb.

Since it was still early, I headed down the road to Maxwelton Beach. I had read about the options of finding fossils here. The beach was actually very tiny, peacefully quiet, but no, I did not find any treasures, other than clean, fresh air. After a little walk with Jo Jo, I decided to head back towards Langley, a charming community starting at the blown glass studio.

The walkway from the parking lot included an arched metal and glass stucture, an unusually interactive sculpture above of all things: a propane tank, and a lovely patch of poppies. Just a few feet away was a grouping of rabbits. I learned from one of the shopkeepers that a domestic rabbit escaped from a 4-H gathering, and since then they've been breeding between wild and domestic. I guess they did really well, and there are a lot of rabbits in this town, perhaps on the whole island. They certainly look domestic, with soft light brown and black markings. They are adorable. I walked around this upscale town, visiting galleries, studios, and shops in the area. 

As usual, Jo Jo is always the catalyst of conversation. While inside a chocolate shop, a very tall woman was enamored with him. I told her "tall girls rule," and she asked how tall was I? I told her 5'10" but I think I lost a 1/2 inch. She said she was 6' 2" and wears a size 12 shoe! She had a great sense of humor, and as I walked out the door to say goodbye, she called me "shorty," lol. For sure nobody has ever called me "shorty." Too funny.

Jo Jo and I continued the walk and I stopped for a kiddie cone, "Whidbey Island French Vanilla" ice cream. Of course I gave him the leftovers and managed to snap a cute shot of him in his begging form.

I am at a campsite with a continuous stream of rabbits. Rabbits everywhere. You seriously have to watch how you walk, to avoid stepping in the litter!




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