We took a ferry to Whidbey island. There were dark skies, sandy beaches strewn with logs and branches washed in by the tide, pools of reflective water remaining after the water receeded, stinky outhouses and lots of people determined to discover, have a great time and conquer the wild.
In our wanderings around the pier at San Clemente we came upon a street indicating the way to botanical gardens. There to our great delight was a gorgeous historical marker for the first baptism in the area. With great anticipation we headed toward the entry only to find the gardens had just closed for the day. There were, however, many lovely plants and architectural features worthy of note: large waxy yellow flowers that looked straight from the Tiki hut ride at Disneyland; beautiful windows; a keyhole front entry door. Very Alice In Wonderlandish; lovely lamps; and a coral tree. This is definitely a place worthy of a second look at.
Later, I did get great shots of the life and activities around and under the San Clemente pier. The wind was kicking up spray from the curling waves.
To an Audience of One we raise our arms. To an Audience of One we bend and twirl and jump and throw our mud in wildest joy! For from You and to You and for You all things exist and only You, O God, are worthy of THE DANCE!
Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory forever and ever. Amen. ( I Timothy 1:17 King James Version)
Our last vacation day was going to be a ferry trip to Nantucket island. Again, a lifelong dream of mine. But we had a late start and discovered the round trip alone would take 4 hours of our time. That and our late start became the deciding factors for creating plan “B” which turned out to be the most awesome and wonderful day ever!!! We set out looking for antique row and ended up visiting a gorgeous farm and jams store. It had a lovely pond, a small reptile zoo and wonderful gardens. As our search progressed we stumbled upon an enormous bridge spanning the Cape Cod canal. This canal, built between 1933-1935 is the widest canal on the planet. It shortened the trip around the Cape from 3 days to 30 minutes! It was in exploring the jetty next to the mouth of the canal we met several new friends that helped fill in the blanks on the history of the region. Then, finally as we were overlooking a bluff we met a skateboarding girl that suggest we check out The Plimouth Plantation. The visitor center provided tours of an actual indian village, a pilgrim village, a craft center and a replica of the Mayflower. All areas were staffed with real indians and people dressed and in character of the period. It was phenomenal!
What a day of adventure and delightful discoveries! We traveled to the most eastern tip of the Cape. Lovely bike and walking trails to the shore led to an early coast guard station. The docents, Pat and Richard Ryder impressed us with stories of the valor of men who daily risked their lives
The pilgrim monument in Provincetown is 250 feet tall. It is actually where the pilgrims first landed.
Sunset reflected pink and blue in the river water outside our windows when we returned to our room. Like a sweet benediction of praise for the care and faithfulness of our Great God. He has shown us so much beauty in His creation; the inspiration of selfless men laying down their lives to save others; and the many kindnesses we have received from others all along this trip. To God be the Glory.