It turned out it wasn’t slowly clearing up, it was getting
cloudier, and about the time we’d planned on leaving for our hike it was
raining. Not hard, but hard enough that you wouldn’t want to go hiking in it.
So we decided to just hang out in the house instead, and go hiking after lunch.
I connected my laptop to the jambox and put on some Nia music while I did some
yoga, which was very nice. When you’re doing it on your own, you can spend more
time on the poses you like, and less on the ones you don’t like. Or you can
leave them out altogether. I’m still pretty sore from the two boot camp
workouts, so the stretching felt good.
We read for a while, then Tim got up and we headed to town
for Pig’n. There was plenty of parking and we got seated right away, which is
good except it makes me nervous – is the Pig’n going to go the way of Doogers?
That would make me very sad. I had to laugh when they seated us, because in the
next booth was the family that was one table over from us last night at the
Irish Table (the dad had the lamb chops and boy did they look good). Tim and I
had the pigs in blanket, which I eat rolled up. He unrolls the pancakes and
makes them into a stack, and eats the sausage separately. I pointed out that
you could order a stack of pancakes with sausage, but he said that he orders
them as pigs in a blanket because he knows how to order that already. Dave had
a half order of eggs benedict, which he said was fine, and half of my third pig
in blanket, because three is too many. In the pig’n gift shop area they had the
pig popper, which I thought was pretty cool. You put a ping pong ball in its
mouth and squeeze it around the middle and it shoots the ball. No-one else was
impressed.
After lunch it had mostly cleared up. We stopped briefly at
the house to change shoes and then headed off to Arch Cape for the long awaited
hike. The temperature was perfect, and aside from forgetting my camera so was
the hike. It’s interesting because you climb up one side of the hill, and the
sound of the ocean is behind you. Then you’re behind the hill and you can’t
hear the ocean at all, and then all of a sudden you come around the shoulder of
the hill and the sound of the ocean is in front of you. The part just after you
come around to the ocean side has a fairly steep drop to one side, which made
me more nervous than I thought it would. We were expecting a fairly steep climb
down with switchbacks, but instead it’s a long, gentle slope through some
fairly dense vegetation. Our pant legs were pretty damp and also a little muddy
by the end. The most exciting part of the hike was when we got to the end and
my car was indeed right there – we were pretty sure we had the endpoint
correct, but not 100% certain. The hike was only about two miles and Tim was
considering doing it again backwards, but decided not to. We got in the van and
drove a little further south to see where the trail goes back into the woods on
its way to Short Sands beach – we’re thinking that might be a fun hike later in
the week. Then we picked up the other car and headed back to the house.
After all that walking it was time for some relaxing. Dave
spent some time researching more of the trails around here, and we’re
tentatively planning a hike again tomorrow. Unfortunately the fog rolled in,
making it chilly and bleak looking – not a great day for going down to the
beach to dig holes. I read for a while, then took a nap. Dave read for a while,
then went for a run on the beach. Tim played on his phone, then took a nap. It
would have been a nice afternoon to build a brio layout. After I woke up from
my nap I did day 3 of bootcamp, which was just as unpleasant as I thought it
would be. I did it indoors because it wasn’t nice enough outside, but Tim said
it didn’t wake him up, nor did he dream of earthquakes. After showers we read
some more and then headed out for experimental food.
Last summer we saw that several restaurants had changed down
at the Lumberyard end of town. One was called Castaways Restaurant and Tiki
Bar. Not our kind of place, we thought, imagining pu-pu platters (not that
there’s anything wrong with pu-pu platters) and drunk 20-somethings. We could
not have been more wrong. The name and sign are completely misleading, but on the
other hand Restaurant with Good Drinks and Very Interesting Tasty Food is not
such a great name either. The décor is northwest kitschy Caribbean, with tiki
masks, fishnets with shells tied to them, and lizard sculptures on the walls.
It’s very small – maybe 8-10 four person tables? – and the word eclectic doesn’t
begin to describe the menu. Beef stew? Sure, it’s one of the specials.
Jambalaya? Seared Tuna? Pork marsala? Curried Shrimp? Jerk Chicken? The chef
came out several times to chat with folks, and his idea is you should be able
to eat there every night of your vacation and not get bored. You’ll have to go
elsewhere for your clam chowder, although they do have a seafood soup on the
menu that I wish I could have tried.
We rolled ourselves out to the car and drove home through
the clear evening with a big almost-full moon shining down. When we got back to
the house Tim made a fire and we talked about playing some games, but decided
it would be more fun to just sit in the dark and look at the stars or read on
our various electronic devices. We didn’t even put on any music, just the
crackling of the fire and the shushing of the waves. A peaceful end to a very
nice day.
More things we forgot: the brios, although bulky, are nice
to have. And Dave would like the camera adapter that lets him connect his cameras to his iPad.
mmmm, hiking, eating, hiking! I've always been sorry there was no room for me - I prolly would have skipped the hiking, but the eating . . .
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