We see it every weekend as we drive down our dirt road to Fry Lodge Mud Bay. But my dad was the first to let his curiosity send him traipsing through the overgrown woods adjacent to our property to get a closer look. Henry and I weren’t far behind. We got chills up our spines as we checked out the late 60s era Dodge van that the earth had long ago reclaimed. It was like a scene from Lost. Unfortunately, we didn’t find any Dharma Beer inside. Wonder what happened to the people who left it there.
That’s the last thing we did before heading to catch the ferry back to Anacortes on father’s day. Carl and Kaye paid a visit to to Mud Bay this weekend so we could have a double celebration – Kaye’s 70th birthday and father’s day. Lots of great memories for all: fabulous grilled food, as usual; Henry’s dalliance with a message in a bottle; the first washers game of the year; another ferry barely made. Way to go Frys.