I shrieked like a 12 year old girl as the icy water fall cascaded over my head, jumped out of the outdoor shower and there I was standing butt naked face to face with a complete stranger, she was laughing and naked as the day she was born. From the log of Sookie, Doe Bay 2013
Staring out my living room window I felt a bit silly leaving the most beautiful place in the world in search of another. We had decided to explore Orcas Island for Serena’s birthday. When the spring comes I will continue on with my journey solo and she will begin her medical practice and start to set some roots.
To the landsman home is a private community built around a central piece of land ownership to be worked and cultivated over a lifetime.
To the seaman land is suspect, to be feared overall as the the most dangerous place to navigate a small ship. More boats are lost to the land than any other form of tragedy. The seaman visits land but finds community in the the people, not the location or ownership of the sea.
We explored every inch of Orcas searching for a new place for Serena to call home. We drove over around and through every inch this island has to offer.
I have sailed every inch of Orcas and love its beaches and coves yet somehow over the years have never been more than 100 yards inland. Every direction I looked I was greeted with no trespassing signs and hundreds of miles of fences. I found Orcas Island to be one of the least inviting places I have ever been and couldn’t wait to be free of its barriers boundary’s and threatening signs.
I breathed a small sigh of relieve when the ferry pulled away from Orcas and have never felt more welcomed as Wasp island opened up its rolling arms to greet me as I returned to a paradise few will ever know. There truly is no place like home.