On vacation, we found and then refound this little pullout on the west side of Whidbey Island facing out to the Strait of Juan Fuca and the Pacific Ocean. It’s a little public parking area wedged between beach houses. When Lissa and I revisited Thursday, there were a couple of surfers desperate to try to catch the little swells blowing in from the strait. They weren’t having much luck, but I admired their persistance. You surf with the waves you’ve got.
Lissa grumbles about having her picture taken, but I keep trying, and I’m posting this one with her permission. She looks happy, which she is, and which is the point. On rambles like this I most write about the things I’m seeing, which is the way my mind works. I conceptualize my world by writing about it, experiencing through the telling of stories. I don’t much write about the personal stuff, which is OK. But hanging around with Lissa, a craft we’ve honed through nearly 30 years together, is really the best part. We have fun, which is why this picture looks right to me.