Camano Island almost never happened.
If we’d gone to a friend’s wedding in Aug. together as planned, if an acquaintance of our son’s followed through with her promise to watch the dog she rescued (now our dog), if one of our friends didn’t do an about-face about our dog not being fixed, if if if…if wishes were horses…
Because of plans falling through, and the stricken look on my face, my husband Ed decided to fork over a lot of money for a pet-friendly VRBO for us a month later, Sept. 13-18, in Camano Island.
We weren’t sure if our son James would be able to make it, because, at the time, he was thinking of going to Mexico with friends. Either way, Ed and I would use that time away to just relax and enjoy the things we love — not cater to other people and their idiosyncrasies. Like drinking way too much, getting carried away, and stepping over the line (see Chelan).
Turns out, the trip was more than we’d planned.
My mom visited for the first time since 2019. Ed’s cousins visited, too.
Mom was able to join us for the Camano Island trip. Our son made it to the VRBO Thursday and stayed through Friday night. Bungee and I found the beach, and felt like heroes in Stephen King’s novel, “Fairy Tale.”
I got my family reunion after all, in spite of the assholes.
It’s not easy to bring us all together. We tend to be a contrarian lot, always going our separate ways.
But sometimes, the stars align…
I miss the beach views, the wooded hills, and my son’s laugh already.
Pics/video below (and more in “Shiny Things”)…
Give that Eddie Weber dude a huge hug from me!! I am a big fan of both of you now!! Aloha!