In Lilly's final kindergarten class, the kids picked fortunes for their future careers. Not surprisingly, her fortune predicted, "You will make a movie."
After class I took Lilly out for sushi where she found a fortune cookie. Her second fortune-of-the-day read, "Now is the right time to go to the coast." Sure enough, we packed up our family wagon the next day and bee-lined for the Mason County coastline.
At the far southern end of the Hood Canal we found a fishermen's cabin with oodles of charm and kitsch, The Changing Tides. Within minutes of arriving, we stepped onto the rickety deck and witnessed a bald eagle dive into the estuary before us and snag a fish from the sparkling water with its massive talons. Moments later, that poor sucker went to heaven and was reincarnated into pure EAGLE matter. As if our journey couldn't get any better, Lilly then found a surprise swimming pool to complement the hot summer day!
To say, this land is "spiritual" is certainly an understatement. The estuary is literally filled with wildlife as the tides push and pull through its brackish waters. The Skokomish Native American Reservation is only a few steps away, and reading through a handbook of old stories from the Hood Canal, we learned of a traditional ancient Skokomish burial site on the far side of the estuary in Potlatch. This revelation touched us deeply as the ashes of Roger, Bunny's father, were spread at Potlatch 14 years ago. Jolly Roger's atoms now ciruclate throughout this sacred land. We ended the night soaking up the sunset and entering our vacation reverently.
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