In five minutes walk, three rabbits. I think the town should consider a name change.
After waffles at Mount Bakery, we toured Fire Station #2. It gave us a real sense of Parker’s cohort: people with pride in their capabilities, and a keen appreciation for the community they serve.
The flag of Bellingham. I’m looking for a tea towel with that design.
Robin wanted to try on Parker’s gear. We all got into the act. Captain Carsen kindly endured our shenanigans.
It weighs a ton. Getting into it was a full-body workout for me. The helmet feels like you could bounce a brick off of it, no problem. It’s not a bug, it’s a feature.
We swung by one of the two community gardens tended by Julia, a proud urban farmer. Her strawberry crop has been stellar this year.
Afterward, we strolled through the Enchanted Forest, crisscrossed with bike trails and peaceful as can be. Golden light filters through the canopy, ferns carpet the forest floor, and you stumble upon impromptu shrines, like this Buddha in the cleft of a tree.
We picked up dinner from Bantam and ate in the Airb&b. Our accommodations are one of those lucky choices that’s turned out better than our best hopes. Walk to everything location, pristine, spacious, intelligently designed, and thoughtfully appointed. So good. But even with a solid nap, it was an early night for me. Tomorrow is Parker’s 34th birthday.
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