Yesterday we drove through Moran State Park and up to the top of Mount Constitution. It was rainy with the road haunted by clouds that made me sure that no view waited for us at the top. When we reached the top, we were greeted by a warm and cozy gift shop, a 1933 WPA look out tower and a beautiful misty view of Mt. Baker, the Twin Sisters, and promises that Canada lay to the west even if it was obscured by thick clouds. It was one of the more beautiful vistas I’ve seen (aren’t they all though?). There is a certain generic quality to everything here: pine trees piercing the misty, haunting clouds, jet black water swirling among the intricately shaped islands, dots of white sails making they way through the archeapelago. It reminds me of the Met’s impression gallery where I spent many hours wandering around, shrugging my shoulders and just accepting that through the painters eyes, everything is routinely and uniformly beautiful.
We did just enough hiking for me (and my flipflops) and drove back down though the clouds and intermittent rain. We once again, stopped in Eastsound and drove back home to our books, and dinner of steak, potatoes, and roasted beets and a bottle of Chimay we picked up in town. It continued to rain through the evening though we were treated to a beautiful sunset. Its quite chilly and we bundled up against the cold and as usual, headed to bed around 9.
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