Lakedale to San Juan County Park

Campsite pack-up helpers

Today we had a great day. Lots of adventures, and also the hardest day of riding so far with about 1100 feet of climbing. There were some very steep hills!

After breakfast and packing up camp we started our day off with a visit to the field of outdoor games. I taught the kids checkers (A seemed to get it, but H didn’t have enough interest to sustain the full game). They also enjoyed horseshoes, but Daisy had to keep stopping them from walking in front of each other when they were about to throw the shoe. I borrowed a full-sized pump and added air to all of the tires. It was sorely needed! Most of the tires were at around 20 psi. We were being careful to not over-inflate, and had them left alone, forgotten, but this was clearly a problem. We made a mental note to add a pressure gauge to our fix-it kit so we wouldn’t have to worry about this again. The little travel hand pumps never have gauges.

The tower, before the wind blew it over

We eventually tore the kids away from the games for a snack and got on the road. I believe they’d have been content to keep playing all day. We didn’t go directly to our destination, but took a detour to Roche Harbor. This is a small private resort. We arrived by way of a steep hill, which could have been avoided by not following the sign that points the way for cars. That route did give us a great view of the harbor though!

Walking down the hill to Roche Harbor

Roche Harbor is a cute little vacation spot with stores (groceries and souvenirs), restaurants, a large marina, and some historic kilns. Oh and the public bathrooms were impressive, with each individual one being clean, tiled, and containing a shower. We got lunch (and coffee for Daisy) and it was well received by the kids. Daisy also played freeze tag with the kids in a little patch of grass that had a sign saying “no dogs allowed, kids play here.”

A had a special technique for dipping pairs of fries in ketchup
Daisy playing freeze tag with the kids

We got on our way again, and decided not to stop at English Camp (National Historic Park) which was a good decision because it gave us more time to enjoy San Juan County Park and also made sure that we got a campsite (first come first served). The last section of riding had some very steep hills and of course H fell asleep. We stopped in a driveway to adjust her head/posture and that is when the traffic began.

We had never seen so much traffic on the island! (Except when the ferry let off the cars of course.) All of a sudden there was a mail truck, a large delivery truck, and a car that all wanted to go in the small driveway we stopped at. A teenage girl was sent out to ask us not to stop in the driveway because her “dad has a lot of deliveries, so he doesn’t like cyclists stopping here.” No problem, we were happy to move on. (We felt bad for the girl, who must do this a lot, and to people that then never pass by the driveway again.) We stopped in the next driveway down to finalize H’s head re-adjustment and fish out a few M&M’s only to be bombarded by more traffic. This driveway looked like it went back to multiple houses and we moved aside as three vehicles entered. It was 2:30 PM, what was happening?! Whatever. We were done and nearly to the park so we just got on our way.

We rolled into the park and decided to pay a few dollars more to get our own site instead of squeezing into the hiker/biker/kayaker group site. Our site was next to the h/b/k site though so we still got to check out all the adventurers. We dropped off our bikes and walked down to beach to explore. Nearly every rock we checked had little crabs underneath. There were plenty of interesting pebbles and other treasures to look at, too. After awhile we headed back to the campsite. Daisy started cooking dinner and I got the kids set up to fly kites. It was a beautiful spot, on a field above the water looking across the strait to Canada (Vancouver Island). After dinner we took a walk around the campground. There is a cabin from about 1900 that is the only original homestead on public land on the island. Also, we found, and ate, some blackberries along the road. I put my long arms to good use. Yum.

The bay at San Juan County Park
The biggest little crab we’ve ever seen
Check out this kelp
Old homestead cabin

We enjoyed chatting with a couple who kayaked into the park from Friday Harbor (over two days) while the kids got the tent set up for “a party.” We extracted them from their game in time to arrive at the water’s edge for the sunset, which was 5(+) stars.

Sunset over Canada