This past weekend the hubby and I decided to road trip it up to Camano Island for a holiday weekend with the family in celebration of the Fourth of July. I had heard great things about the endless celebration and fireworks on the beach, thus was very eager to arrive. After a six-hour drive to Seattle, and another two hours of battling traffic on our way to Camano Island, we reached our destination late Wednesday evening and were greeted by my mother-in-law, Mary. She had prepared a much-needed feast with cheese, bread, salad, and a variety of seafood options.
After indulging in some yummy food and playing a couple games of Sequence (the best) Justin and I headed to bed and fell into a slumber.
Thursday was the Fourth of July. Justin and I got up fairly early and decided to journey out on a 44-mile ride around Camano Island.
I thought the ride would be flat and easy, being as though we are at sea level and on an island, but quickly discovered quite the opposite. Up and down over rolling hills, some of which were very steep. At one point Justin clocked a speed of 47 mph. After two and a half hours of beautiful scenery and tough riding, we were spent!
That afternoon we were joined at the Sugar Shack (Mary’s house) by the rest of the family – Jill, Mike, Madison, and Kendall – and there was plenty of fun to be had.
Fireworks. Games. BBQ. It was a giant celebration of freedom all throughout the neighborhood.
Justin and I enjoyed a lot of time on the beach and played some Cornhole on our OSU boards that were a wedding gift from Derek and Liz Strubel.
That evening we had a big BBQ feast with ribs, hamburgers, and hotdogs, accommodated by a few amazing side dishes. Everything was prepared to perfection.
Following dinner we headed to the beach as our neighbors stretched along the shoreline were beginning to light off fireworks.
Justin started a big fire in the fire pit and we cozied around, roasted marshmallows, and watched the sky illuminate all around us.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!! Brilliant colors and light falling in every direction. I love a good fireworks show and this was by far one of the best I have seen. After several hours of nonstop action, we headed to bed well after midnight.
Friday morning came quickly and Justin and I were the first to rise and enjoy a cup of coffee. Awake and ready to go, we headed north to the Lululemon outlet. Yes, it is amazing. A few sports bras, shorts, and tanks later, we hit up Starbucks for a second dose of caffeine before arriving back at the Shack.
The rest of the day was filled with games, walking the beach, lounging and magazines, pedal boating, and pizza. Not to mention, a few games of Sequence.
Following a fun filled holiday weekend, Saturday morning arrived and we packed up to head back to Bend. On our drive home, Justin and I made a very rational decision to stop for lunch at one of the most unexpected places, St. John’s Bakery.
This is one of those places you pass in the middle of nowhere with an unfamiliar look and unusual name that leaves you curious and intrigued. Every time we have passed by the parking lot is filled with cars, thus after a recommendation by a friend who had a decent experience, we decided to give it a try. The bakery is an extension of a Greek Orthodox Monastery. Greeted by orthodox nuns when you walk in, it is a very conservative place that helps raise money for the monastery, filled with a variety of purchase options including pastries, an assortment of foods, a selection of coffees, handmade soaps, candles, textiles, and an array of other nick knacks. Justin and I walked away with a lemon pound cake, chocolate pound cake, and two gyros (filled with tzatziki sauce, pork, lettuce, and tomatoes). It was some of the best Greek food I have tasted and we look forward to making more stops in the future.