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Honeymoon: San Juan Island, Part One Greg and I both knew we needed some relaxation-only time on the honeymoon, and we thought San Juan Island might just be the place for it. This could probably all be one entry, because we just slept in and ate yummy food and sat in the hot tub and read books and watched videos and sat in the hot tub, and did I mention the hot tub? However, we did a couple of things that were pretty picture intensive, so I'm going to split our four nights on the island into two entries. The second day we were there was a Saturday, and it was coincidentally the last day of the San Juan County Fair. A gen-yoo-ine county fair? How can you pass that up? Do you know how good fair food is? That alone had us hopping in the 'stang, putting the top down and tooling off towards the fairgrounds (hee! that one's for Shannon). Of course, we couldn't find the fairgrounds and had to get directions at the library, but we finally got there and parked. The food, of course, did not disappoint. I had a corn dog right off the bat, and some made-from-scratch strawberry lemonade that had huge chunks of strawberry at the bottom. I think Greg had Thai food (only on the West Coast would an island county fair serve Thai food). Greg also had corn on the cob, and I know I had something else and why can't I remember it? Oh, a chicken gyro. Yummy. We walked around all the stands and I bought a pretty blue blouse and some fudge and then we went in and looked at all the things that had been entered to win blue ribbons, like pies and paintings and jams and... Decorated shoes?
(Yes, those are espresso bean pumps. And Tootsie Roll heeled sandals.) We didn't understand the shoes, but there were some really beautiful pieces of art, and we later (in a Friday Harbor gallery) bought a print of one of the photos that won Best of Show. 4-H is really big on the island, so the kids had lots of livestock displayed. Look at all the cute sheep:
and piggies:
and alpacas:
We'd never seen alpacas before, and they're a little weird looking - sort of a sheep-llama-poodle hybridy looking thing - but the more you look, the cuter they look. I wanted one, but in one of the many injustices of the trip, Greg wouldn't buy one for me. He wouldn't buy me a Beluga whale in Vancouver, either. Isn't he mean? I could have kept it in the tub for a little while, anyway. We watched the livestock auction for a little while because we'd never seen one before, but eventually watching all the cute sheep and cows and piggies get sold to become steak and stuff got depressing. No, I'm not a vegetarian, but listening to men bid on a sheep and then announce they only want half and watch someone else buy the other half? That's a bit much for me, especially since I don't eat sheep. After the fair, I'm assuming the evening was just relaxing, because I can't remember? We did more stuff the next two days, though, and the pictures will be forthcoming.
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