It is the last morning walk of our five-day (first ever!) Blogging Vashonista Writing Retreat. While this is our fourth year to meet together at Lavender Hill Farm, it's the first time we're "getting serious about writing!" Over the years, we've enjoyed many Vashon adventures, a lot of laughter, and not a few tears. This year has been especially memorable and it's easy to feel nostalgic this morning. The air is crisp and the view is soft, at 6:45 am, as the sky begins to lighten. I will miss the sunrises, and the sunsets, and everything in-between.
We head out for the Burton loop, what has become a daily delight. I'm with my typically faster moving friends, Deb and DJan. Today, I am the pacesetter. I know there are hills coming that will literally take my breath away, and set my heart pounding uncomfortably fast, yet I eagerly set off with my comrades.
We slow down almost immediately for the vivid tapestry before us, snapping pictures that dim in comparison to the being there.
It is downhill for a few blocks, before the first uphill that seems to be double the distance, and I am reminded as always of the multiple extra pounds I'm carrying along with me. But I refuse to waste time chastising myself and listen instead to the cheerful voices of the birds and my friends.
|This is our down hill beginning . . . and in the distance, the first of the uphills.|
About ten feet from the top of the first hill I stop, check my pulse (117 this morning; it was 130 the first time I walked with Linda) and I catch my breath. Onward we go.
A little more than half way around the loop, we arrive at the Vashon Island Rowing Club. There are already several boats silhouetted against the rising sun, and to watch the graceful ballet of experienced rowers is delightful.
We are greeted by a lovable labradoodle, and stop for a chat with his owner and a sweet two-year-old. Walking onto the rock strewn beach, my eyes searching for some of the greenish colored rocks that Jann and Sally found the day before in this spot. Suddenly, someone calls, "Look!"
We gaze toward the water, amazed to see what looks like a sort of oceanic sprinkler system created by dozens of clams (or some other creature), spouting (or squirting) streams of water from beneath the rocky ground. It is magical! (I took a cool video, but unfortunately I took it sideways, and couldn't figure out how to post it. You'll just have to believe me!)
It dosen't take too long to find and collect a number of green rocks (which we believe are algae tinted) and others that I am hopeful will polish up in my rock tumbler at home. (The rocks below weighed 1.87 pounds before I deposited them into the tumbler for the first polishing this morning.)
|I know they really don't look very good, but stay tuned - they will be amazing--I hope! The barnacles will be gone.|
Trudging up the hill one last time, we are greeted by this guy, who watches from one of the neighboring decks.
Oh Vashon, how I hate to say "Good-bye!"
With sad hearts and after exchanging warm hugs, the six Blogging Vashonists drive away from Lavender Hill Farm ~ October 2015.