In news that should come as a surprise to no one, chasing after a toddler all day is mentally exhausting. There are so many good bits at this age – so much laughter, cool new skills, incredible cuteness – but after spending the entire day attempting to navigate the volatile emotional landscape of a small human and generally trying to keep her from killing herself, I inevitably end up on the couch, brain fried to a crisp, mindlessly watching television. Hence the lack of blogging lately. I want to change this! I like blogging! So here I am.
Anyway, back to Orcas Island. I woke up the morning after the race pretty sore and waddly, so we decided we should go for a hike to loosen up the ol’ legs a bit. But Nora was still sleeping. We got up and made breakfast, and she was still sleeping. We sat down and read and had coffee and admired the view from our rental house, and she was still sleeping. Until 9:45! That’s FIFTEEN HOURS! Apparently race day took a lot out of her, too.
At that point, we decided we might as well go have brunch first and hike afterwards, so we drove to Doe Bay Cafe and had our best restaurant-dining-with-small-child experience yet (except for the time we had pizza in Grado). I guess that’s what happens after you sleep for fifteen hours straight.
After stuffing ourselves full of delicious beans and vegetables, we drove to the other side of the island to hike to Turtlehead Overlook. Our habit of picking hikes based on the name alone (hi, Noble Knob!) paid off again, because this was an unexpected treat.
The start of the hike was an unremarkable walk up an old road, but when we forked off into the woods, it was like we were walking in some sort of magical wonderland, gnomes and fairies hiding behind every moss-covered rock. Unfortunately Nora must be terrified of fairies, because she would not. stop. screaming. You can’t win ’em all. Luckily there was no one else on the trail.
The overlook was gorgeous, a little piece of Ireland hidden away in the San Juans. Gorgeous. I can’t believe I had never heard about this hike before! We didn’t linger, due to the wind and the aforementioned screaming, but we have to go back there at some point. What a gem.
The next morning my legs were back to normal, which either means that the Turtlehead fairies worked some sort of sweet magic on me or that maybe I could have pushed myself much harder during the race after all. And Nora slept in again, for an excellent ending to our long weekend getaway.