It all begins by Phillip wanting to have some trees downed on the property. Of course I agreed, so hence the following saga begins…
We come home to see that the 27 trees are down. Yes, mostly fir, some cedar, very tall and very big. All down. Oh, they were down here and there, but mostly in the driveway. Yes, the driveway that is from the road to the car port… Yes, the very same carport that the Goldwing is safely parked in… yes, my friends, THAT carport.
“No worries,” Phillip said… “they said they will be gone by Tuesday.” “Ok,” I said. Of course, no one actually knows which Tuesday they were talking about because here we are, 4 weeks later and the trees are STILL in the driveway…
But I digress….
My parents call and inform us that some very good friends of the family will be up on Whidbey Island on Sunday, and, do we want to come up and enjoy some fresh Penn Cove Muscles at Toby’s? “Why YES!!!” I say….” Of course!” Phillip responds. What could be better than a beautiful sunny day, going up to the island, no kids….
But wait… We still have gigantic trees trapping the motorcycle in the carport… Hmmmm
I go to assess the situation. I think, “Surely Phillip, with his incredible riding skills can negotiate the bike around these trees and down the steep embankment to the second driveway and out to the road…”
Phillip is not so certain.
“Ok then, how about taking down the garden fence and 4 wheeling it through the garden area and upper field, around the shop and then out to the road?” I ask.
Phillip is absolutely certain that is not an option.
I pout.
I want to ride. I want to ride on this glorious sunny day to the island, on the ferry, to visit my parents and friends and then to eat muscles on the cove with my love. This is what I really want.
So, after about 30 minutes of pushing, prying and wedging the largest fir tree you can imagine, we are able to push one of the logs off of the top driveway. We are SO excited as it begins to roll down the embankment to the lower driveway… then we stand and watch, with jaws dropped, as it keeps on rolling… rolling across the lower driveway down an even steeper embankment, through the bank of blackberry bushes, down an even steeper embankment into the gully on the property line.
“Hmm… good thing I moved my car,” I think. Yeah, good thing.
Phillip then negotiated the cycle down a semi steep, loosely packed, hill between the driveways and up to the road. Big smiles all around. He then washed the bike and we rode to the island via the Port Townsend/Keystone ferry. And yes, I call it this because the ferry actually does dock at Keystone (those of us that are divers know this) and Coupeville is several miles away. I don’t care what the state of Washington wants to call it or how much money they wasted changing the name on all the signs and paper work they have.
But I digress…
So, the love of my life delivers.
I like to think that he loves me that much, but I am pretty certain that he loves to ride or loves fresh muscles just as much or perhaps more than he loves me…
None the less, we ended up having a fabulous time on the island with family, friends, and Penn Cove Muscles!
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