I had a wonderful morning in Bellingham. The sun was shining, the birds were chattering in the trees, and there was that briny smell coming off the bay that always makes me feel like I’m some care-free tourist on vacation.
I started my walk off at Tony’s Coffee Shop in Fairhaven – picked up a mocha and headed towards the boardwalk. As I was crossing the crosswalk to take me to the trail I almost got run over. The car started to accelerate as it it came towards me – the driver screeched to a stop a couple feet from me – I realized I had my hand out – I think I was getting ready to push myself onto her hood. The driver – a young woman – said the sun was in her face and she didn’t see me – but she saw my coffee cup from Tony’s. She was really shaken up and apologizing. I reached in and put my arm around her shoulders and told her I was glad she had quick reactions. “You did good, Grasshopper,” I said. We both laughed. Sometimes we meet nice people in unexpected and odd ways. I am feeling really grateful.
When I got to Boulevard Park I decided to continue on the trail to downtown Bellingham and check out the Farmers Market. There were lots of piles of leaves on the side of the trail to swish through on my way there – and you’ve got to swish through the piles of leaves, right?
The Farmers Market had all my favorite farmers market stuff – tables piled with veggies and fruits and home-made honey; musicians musicianing; colorful people; and good will to man and womankind.
On my way back I found myself walking behind three generations of a family – they were all putting their arms around each others’ shoulders and talking and laughing together. None of them were on cellphones. They were totally connected to each other. It made me happy. I snapped a couple pictures and then caught up to them and told them what I’d done and asked them if it would be alright – if the pictures turned out – if I posted them on my blog. They said sure and smiled, nodded their heads, and introduced themselves. There were two aunts, their niece, the niece’s love-friend, and the niece’s children. The aunts were out visiting from Colorado (Denver and Boulder). I brought up the pictures I’d snapped on my phone to show them and get their approval, and as they came together to look at the pictures, I liked the way all their feet made a circle of shoes – so, of course I had to snap a picture of THAT. Then they told me I should include my own feet in their circle – which… okay, I have a couple black toes from a hike I took on Mount Rainier last summer (my toes kept smashing into the front of my boots)… but… what the heck, right? So I joined the circle of feet and snapped a photo.