Yesterday Seattle was rocked by the blizzard of the century, as nearly 6 inches of snow were dumped upon the city (its been a pretty short century so far), but that isn’t the snow I’m talking about.

Last week Jasmine and I caught the breath taking ferry ride from Anacortes to Orcas Island in the San Juans. We spent almost exactly 24 hours on the island, but if time had allowed, would gladly have stayed the week. Our first day over was crisp, and clear, the air so clean and fresh everything seemed to gleam. I tried to capture it on film, but alas my camera seemed unsusceptible to the glory of the day. The snow clouds rolled in over night, and the second day was one of quiet, a muffled peace laying on the land. Winter is the off season for Orcas (and our incredibly cute, hundred year old little cabin, with hot tub, and sea kayak was priced accordingly), but I can’t imagine a more appropiate season to expirence the islands in, the dark green of the pines, cedars and ferns contrasting with the white snow, the blue grey sky, blending with the green grey sea, and a distinct lack of tourists. (except us) The only draw back is the peak of Mt. Constitution, which is supposed to be an amazing view of the islands, was very closed do to heavy snow fall.

Orcas Island, December 2003