The trip finished with baby goats at Beacon Hill Children’s Farm. This really amounts to a pen full of people and baby goats. It is surrounded by a huge park with (wait for it) beautiful gardens. The painter/author Emily Carr discovered on Friday once called the Park her backyard and raised old English sheep dogs on the property. I’m glad to have a place to put her in my head.
It seems as though they may come from a long line of goat whisperers. It was in the picture below that I caught a glimmer of their five and six year old selves. It was lovely.
This introverted gated needed some time to decompress. A goat after my own heart. Don’t mind that the sign says Time Out. Every bad behavior has a cause.
The wait for the border crossing customs was tedious, made more so by one of our passengers flipping out about how and when to purchase our reserved tickets. The Boy was sad to leave his goat behind. During the Ferry ride back we spotted some orcas spouting water and flipping their tails. And then there was the two hour return trip.
We left the house of daughter where excitement over the recently acquired dog overshadowed any long goodbyes. We crossed the bridge to s Panera’s in Issaquah where I spent 25 minutes waiting for bagels. It’s a long story maybe worth its own post later.
Finally arrived at son's house where knowing how absolutely burning up we were while sleeping all week, he immediately set up the portable air conditioner in our sleeping room. He also made sure that fans were delivering cross breezes throughout the house. It’s the little pieces of thoughtful that mean so much. At first I thought I wanted hotel the last three nights but the change in vibe, appreciation and lack of entitlement in our new digs makes staying here enjoyable.
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