Along the Edge of the World: Ebey’s Landing, February 2010

Our first family dayhike at Ebey’s Landing on Whidbey Island this year, Sunday 21 February 2010

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Off we go along the edge of the world! Kristina takes the lead with our dog Jo sniffing in the grass uphill to her right. Talia’s in the middle with her playmate Anaise trotting along behind. Foto by me, the author, with a Nikon D40 DSLR.

In the weeks before our house burned down, our family, blended into different combinations, made two trips up to Ebey’s Landing National Historical Reserve and State Park. It’s a unique integration of national park, state park, and local town and county parks. Whidbey Island is the largest island by far in the State of Washington and the 40th largest within the United States of America. It’s a long, slender, and somewhat crooked extension of a cluster of archipelagos linked together in the Salish Sea. On this wintry trip with hints of spring are my then-now-ex-wife Kristina and I along with Talia, my stepdaughter I’ve help raise since her birth, and Anaise, one of Talia’s early childhood friends. Plus JoJo Jo Dog! We packed up snacks, bottles of water, extra clothes, and a first aid kit, piled into our minivan at our home in Edmonds, and headed north to the islands. The weather turned out “Fabulous! It’s fabulous, William!” to quote Kristina. The morning cold was pushed out by bright, blue skies without any clouds to behold. Just lots of golden sunshine and distant fog with the low, brown, lowland haze of urban air pollution.

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Farting Uphill to Poo Poo Point

A Tiger Mountain Adventure,

Or, rather, a Meditation on Relationships

Mount Rainier aka The Mountain from along the Chirico Trail on West Tiger Mountain on Monday the 26th of January 2015. Furthermore, it’s time to restore The Mountain to her Native name: Ti’Swaq’ … the Sky Wiper!

Mount Rainier aka The Mountain from along the Chirico Trail on West Tiger Mountain on Monday the 26th of January 2015. Furthermore, it’s time to restore The Mountain to her chosen Native name: Ti’Swaq’ … the Sky Wiper!

Monday 26 January 2015

Our day hike had two purposes: to spend time together reconnecting as father and daughter, and for my daughter to train for her upcoming attempt to thruhike the Appalachian Trail. Morgan and I are both rather eccentric. We both know it, too, and value such in the other. We both appreciate being outdoors and nature is a spiritual connection. Otherwise it feels like night and day to me. This day, however, we were late getting ourselves together as we made the gravest error of making busy work a priority. Especially me.

“Hurry up, Dad!” Morgan shouted. “Jeezus, Dad! You’re always yelling at me to hurry up and let’s go and all, and here you are texting old girlfriends and stuff!”

Except I didn’t have any girlfriends at that point, old or otherwise, as I was divorced and still single.

At this point our hike had to meet several criteria so as to qualify both as quality bonding time and provide at least SOME training. First, both drive time and trail mileage had to be short. The trail also needed to be steep as all get out to make up for being so short. We also wanted a trail we haven’t done over and over again.

Ah! Poo Poo Point! Yes!

“What?” Morgan asked with a scowl. “Poo Poo Point? Ew, gross, Dad. Like what, horses and cow poop and stuff?”

“No, it’s a short, steep hike up the side of Tiger Mountain from the back side of Issaquah. You’ve done it once before with Kate and Talia and me and Kristina back when Kristina and I were married. We watched paragliders sail off the cliff top.”

“Oh. Yeah, I remember now. OK, let’s go.”

What many call the Poo Poo Point Trail is really the Chirico Trail. This locally notorious footpath drives straight up the slopes of West Tiger Mountain. It’s steep and sweaty sweet before unraveling into rambling twists and turns. Two open, grassy meadows high up near the summit provided launch jump-offs for hang gliders and paragliders. Well, one doesn’t see hang gliders much anymore as paragliding has won out as technology advanced. Hiking thru wintry trees, however, one can look south upon the mighty leviathan bulk of Mt. Rainier, or as the Native Americans prefer, Ti’Swaq’ the Sky Swiper!

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