A throwback to Summer 2019
Scooter sitting seductively in the San Juan slack tide
This summer we made 2 trips to the San Juan Islands. Both times they made us question how much we actually wanted to sail south. We could be happy catching salmon, drinking in sunsets, fighting currents, and enjoying the views.
So far I reeled in the first and the most salmons caught by Scooter’s Crew.
Taylor, with this 11 pounder takes the cake for largest.
We spent 60 days with fishing lures in the water, and we finally start catching fish. Probably the reason the San Juan Islands were so special to us.
Big Shoutout to Troy Fields. The best best-man ever.
Despite how rural some of the islands felt, we still found a way into a hipster gastro-bistro with excellent martinis and an open mic night. When a back-woods bar on an island does open-mic nights, you’d expect humble music. Not the case this evening.
Screaming Folk sounds like an oxymoron but this guy made it work.
The first artist was an older man who’s voice would give Chris Stapleton a run for his money (maybe not but a few martini’s in and who could tell). Followed by a 20 something girl who could shred on the mandolin. Third up was the highlight of the evening. A man in his 60’s who had recently taken up the flute. The skills similar to a middle school recital, but the man was so full of joy and passion. It was contagious for the entire bar, and he received a standing ovation. Last up was a young singer songwriter who combined folk, bluegrass, and heavy metal into a high energy, joy filled, singalong. I’d pick that 20-seat bar, isolated on an island, over any place in Nashville on any given night.
Taylor enjoying a Rope Swing
Another highlight of the San Juan Islands was stumbling upon the best rope swing I’ve ever seen. Made from a ship’s rope designed to wrangle hundreds of tons of tanker, and hung high on a bluff overlooking the straights of Juan de Fuca.
Retired and feeling like a kid again.