February was a rough month for us. Money was tight. The last two weeks were full of boat problems, it felt like our little home was rebelling against us. The toilet quit, we found mold, our batter charger died, which is pretty bad since that’s what’s responsible for the fridge, the lights, the water, the toilet… yeah.
But, the bright spot in all of the was that my sweet, sweet husband planned a weekend away for us at Guemes Island Resort. If you’ve never been, GO. Delightful staff, incredible location, wood stove in every cabin, and a gourmet food truck serving up the best burger I’ve ever had. Plus, kayaks you could take out whenever you wanted. Can you believe that I’ve lived my entire life in the PNW and never been kayaking? I was missing out.
So maybe it wasn’t the best timing for us to get away. Maybe we should have stayed home, not missed a day of work, whatever. But the longer we’re married, the more we realize the importance of time away. Not only because we are both adventurous souls, but in the midst of everything going on and the stress in our lives, we needed a chance for quality time. To learn how to play cribbage, cook in a real kitchen, and take time to pray and communicate and get back on the same page. And when we came back, we were a little worried about money, but Jesus provided everything we needed.
Here’s some photos I took on our trip, some from my camera and some from my phone (sorry about the quality!)
I’m sure if you’ve been alive for longer than five minutes you’ve heard people poke fun at western Washington weather. I mean, who would want to live somewhere where the record of sunny days in a year limits out at 58? Honestly though, I kind of love it. The wind, rain, occasional hail storm and the special “snow years”. Today it’s blowing out of the South with 41 (now 50) mile per hour gusts and it’s completely exhilarating. I actually had to wait to wash dishes because the boat was rocking so much I kept losing my balance. I walked out to the point with my crazy dog running everywhere and just watched the storm happen. It was beautiful. I feel like not a lot of people get to see water act like that. The colors of green, blue, and an angry stormy grey all rolling together, it was amazing. When we lived on Shaw we were on the edge of a fairly sheltered bay, and yes the water would get bad but our main concern were the trees surrounding our house, and we thought that moving our mattress downstairs to be further away from falling trees was an adventure… Now we check lines, fill water tanks, make sure everything is properly fastened and fendered, and thank God that we have lots of good strong line and that the dock isn’t that old.
We got a lot of mixed reactions when we decided to live aboard. Everything from “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” to “Wait you did what?” The number one question people ask is if we stay warm, which is perfectly reasonable. But to be honest I don’t really think of that. I think about whether or not we’ll find another leak this week, I hope that the water hose doesn’t freeze, and I PRAY that we catch the mouse so I can use my drawers again.
That being said, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, that we could pretty much only do right now. It’s an adventure without even stepping out our front door, unlike Bilbo. So even though I did find another mysterious water mark and an infuriating mouse poop today, I’m thankful. We’re cozy. We have layers, and we have each other. And we’re learning so much about taking care of things and living with less, and we’re going to come out of it with tons of stories to tell our kids some day. Probably more than they will want to hear.
Sandy Point gust free
I like taking photos. And rambling about my thoughts. Enjoy :)
This is where my husband and I got married a little over a year ago, taken by one of my best friends the morning of our wedding. It was pretty much a perfect day, and we felt blessed to experience it in a place that means so much to us, Shaw Island.