Folks who’ve been reading my blog for the last eight months might get the impression I spend my life globe-trotting. The reality is less glamorous; I milk two or three weeks of travel into months of blog posts. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t interesting worlds to see all those other weeks. Today we’ll look at one of those worlds – found in my backyard.
The Pass was hidden, a treacherous rift of currents that didn’t want to shoot strait – at least from the perspective of Captain George Vancouver. Back in 1792, while exploring the Pacific Northwest, he sent Joseph Whidbey sailing northward along the east coast of a strip of land that now bears Whidbey’s name. Whidbey made it up the Saratoga Passage and explored eastward into Skagit Bay, but didn’t make it far enough west to find an outlet. It wasn’t until they changed their practice and explored up the west coast of Whidbey that they found the strait, making Whidbey an island rather than a peninsula. Captain Vancouver was so annoyed being fooled by that hidden rift of roiling water he called it Deception Pass.
226 years later, another group of intrepid sailors headed up to that deceptive pass to pursue a different set of practices. I was one of them.
Stepping out of my tent, taking a sip of fresh mountain air, I greeted the birds and thought, what will we be doing today?