Robert – Sumas, Washington

Prologue - Well here we are on the beginning of another adventure. Actually it is difficult to say when an adventure begins. We left home last October to spend the winter on the Texas Gulf coast but we decided that being parked for months in the same location would be a little too pedestrian for a blog. After Texas we got some things done to the trailer in Kansas, upgraded the suspension in Indiana, swung by Colorado to drop things off and pick things up for our trip to Alaska, spent a week in Arizona at a rally, spent a second week in Arizona fixing the hitch, and then two weeks in Washington state. The two weeks in Washington allowed time to visit two of Leslie’s nephews, for Leslie to fly back east to see her brother and parents, and to get last minute things done before heading north

So we spent two weeks in a campground in Poulsbo, Washington. Don’t be alarmed if you never heard of Poulsbo, we hadn’t either. The town is almost straight west of Seattle across Puget Sound. To drive to Seattle means driving south about 60 miles to Tacoma and about 60 miles back north to Seattle or taking the ferry for about 30 minutes across the Sound. We took the ferry to Seattle for a day with our friends, Stan and Connie Browning. The weather was not great but this is what the ferry looks like.

One of the neat attractions in Seattle is the Pike Place Market. It is an easy walk from the ferry terminal and a great place to spend an afternoon. We got to Seattle, ate lunch, and then wandered around the market. There are multiple places selling produce, fish, and all kinds of odds and ends. If we weren’t headed for Canada, we would have loaded up as the produce and fish looked great. Here is just one of the fish mongers.

Stan and Connie are going to go to Alaska and back with us. They have a fifth-wheel trailer similar to ours. We decided last fall that we would have a two-rig caravan for the trip. From Poulsbo we have moved to a campground just south of the Canadian for one night and cross into Canada tomorrow, Sunday. Crossing the border late in the day can mean that you don’t get across until late and we hate getting to the next campground late in the day. On the way here we stopped for lunch at a rest area and I snapped this picture of them

Tomorrow we cross the border and head north.