One thing I’ve learned in the past 4 plus years is to take suggestions. A blueberry farmer from Bellingham told us to spend a day on Whidbey Island. It’s an island you can drive to; it’s a crisp blue day, so we take the motorcycle. At the northern tip of the island you cross Deception Bay, with it’s crystal blue water and river rock beaches over an iconic metal bridge. I wish I was a photographer, especially on this day. Deception Pass State Park is so wonderful, with it’s massive trees, fantastic hikes, views of the bridge, swimming beaches and a lake, it should be a vacation destination in and of itself. We ride through farms and little villages, evergreens and views of water on both sides, and end up in a little village called Coupeville. This hamlet sits on a body of water called Penn Cove, and it’s famous for mussels. I love mussels, so we set out in search of a seaside shack that serves the local treat. Two pounds of mussels later, we are satisfied. The town is the oldest in the state and full of Victorian homes converted to shops, spas, bed & breakfasts, etc. We shop, watch for wildlife, walk, talk to shop owners, meet some tourists, pass on some ice cream, watch some sea gulls score some mussels, and have another of those fantastic days. There are so many of those….accumulated over the years that I sometimes feel a little guilty, indulged, realizing how blessed I am. Whidbey Island day was a Tuesday (I think) and five years ago, I was working in a mortgage company. My hours on Tuesday were 9:00 a.m. to 8 p.m. My commute was 45 minutes on both ends of that day. Add that up, and that consists of a 13 hour work day. I shiver a little when I look back, and thank the universe for the blessing of another day on the road, another adventure, another charming town, another day.