A piece of paradise, funny assumptions with a week away.

Saturday morning, Pygmy, Listie, Shellie and I headed off to the Olympic National Forest for a weekend away. We had been planning this trip for months. We missed the first ferry to Bainbridge Island but caught the next one - 55 minutes later. (All in all we were 94 minutes behind schedule... if you don't count the fact we meant to leave on Friday.)

We drove up and around the peninsula finding ourselves at Crescent Lake - a gorgeous lake at one of the northern most edges of the National Forest. We got the second to the last camping site and pitched tents before heading down to the very crowded lake. Shellie seemed to have remember a pier somewhere and we drove out, finding it a couple of miles away from our site. It was incredible! We were isolated on this beautiful lake - whose water was so clear you could see your feet. (Surely the Swamp Thing didn't live in this lake as there would be no where to hide - always a concern of mine.) We swam, dove off the pier, got some sun (Shellie got chased by bees) and headed back at 6 p.m. starving. Really, only in Washington do you have grilled salmon, veggies and beans for dinner. It was delicious.

Of course, the ground was hard to sleep upon - my theory is we evolved from camping and sleeping outside for a reason - civilization baby! I got up with the first bit of light and our site was the first one up. We watched the fish eat bugs off the early morning water, closed down our site and went on a small hike thru the forest which honestly made it feel like we were in a film - yet again! Moss was hanging from the trees, the sunlight barely trickled in - I exclaimed "this smells better than Christmas!" I could have spent the whole day there.

But alas we headed back, which is where the assumptions come in. We drove onto the ferry. While getting out of the car, the BMW next to us opened his door blocking us in, taking his old sweet time. That was annoying. When we got back into our car the same guy was making it difficult for us to get in. Annoyed. Our conversation went something like this:
Shellie: Does that rich, white male BMW driver think he's entitled to block us off?
Pyg: Jerk.
Listie: Really.
Me: What a pain.
(pause)
Pyg: This funny - here we are making assumptions about this man -
Listie: He probably spends his vacation in Asia helping orphans.
Shellie: Right, when he's not busy as the head of pediatrics.
Me: Pediatric oncology.
Pyg: Oh gosh, how sad. That would be a tough job.
Listie: And he's probably some great family man who takes his kids fishing.
Pyg: And just happens to own a BMW.
(pause)
Shellie: Jerk.