Seamus wanted to hear some stories involving Sue and I. One of my favorites is a visit to Bloedel Reserve which is a property in northern Bainbridge Island landscaped within an inch of its life, with a Japanese Pavilion, a chauteau, and acres of trees and ponds.
Sue and I were ambling around enjoying ourselves when I spied a fence delinieating, I suppose, a separate space not open to visitors. But we spied a low cedar-shingled house, northwest style through the trees and decided to explore.
She and I climbed over the fence and hiked up a gentle slope toward the house. A window just at eye level intrigued us. We walked up to the window. A man was lying on his back in bed. His feet were uncovered. White, white white, it reminded me of a stone carving on top of a sarcophagus. Before a minute or two had passed, a jeep approached from around the front of the house and a man with a loudspeaker was yelling “You are on private property. Get out. Get out.”
We ran back to the fence. I would like to say we vaulted over it into the bushes but we fumbled our way over and ran. I know it was rude, and certainly unbecoming to elderly ladies, but we laughed for five minutes, breathless and delighted with ourselves.
(I have always called the Bloedel reserve the Blowhole Reserve as Mr. Bloedel made his money clearcutting trees in BC and in Wa.)
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