Let the dog in!

On Sunday, contrary to my husband’s wishes for shopping (he’s the family shopper), we drove to a coastal park. It felt wintery still, around 40 degrees with a little breeze, but pretty nice out. “Pretty nice” here in January is what we said in Juneau, Alaska all the time. Translated, it means “it’s not raining.”

Perhaps that is why no one else was at this park, which worked out fine for us since our furry beast (the dog, not the kid) was terrorizing the various types of ducks floating nearby. Well, she tried, but the ducks just paddled away, deeming even a short flight unnecessary. A seal bobbed around briefly; a great blue heron meditated on a low piling.

Oblivious to wildlife, our 3 year old climbed all over the play set, which seemed to have been constructed in this millennium, so that’s nice (remember what was considered a “safe” playground 30 years ago? — gravel spread thinly under rusted, lopsided metal swings, worn down monkey bars and child-eating merry-go-rounds). All this shiny, new equipment sits ocean side under the shadow of the Hood Canal bridge at Salisbury county park, next to Port Gamble. This spot may serve well for a trial run family camp-out after it warms up more (the kid has not gone camping yet, so I want to be close to home if it turns into Trip From H@##). This, after we get replacement sleeping bags for the ones the mice ate in our garage….

Yes, we had a fine time up until our child decided to really feel the sand, so she striped half naked and rubbed sand all over her chest and arms and then made “sand angels.” She amused the seal.

Time to go shopping.

[this post can also be found at Bainbridge Breezes]

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