Just Another Fry Lodge Father’s Day

I know the sound well. The tinny sound of spokes hitting rock, tires skidding through gravel, the thud of handlebars slamming against the ground. The muted pre-cry grunt of a boy who’s just gone over the handle bars. I knew what had happened before I looked back up the trail to see Henry in the dirt. I reached him at the same time as the nice family who had seen the crash and was already pulling gauze, Bandaids and wipes out of their pockets. Of course, I had nothing.

After surveying the damage and sponging off Henry’s bloody knees, hands and elbows, I called the Fry Lodge EMT (Kristine) to pick us up. Thankfully, we hadn’t ventured far into Arroyo Park, so it wasn’t too long of a hike out of the ravine to the road where Kristine pulled up in the truck. I hadn’t carried Henry in a few years. Thank God he only weighs 65 pounds.

Kristine dropped the bikes and me off at Fry Lodge, where Ruby was anxiously awaiting news about her brother. She then took Henry to the minor emergency clinic for x-rays, where they spent several hours. The verdict is still out on his elbow, but Henry’s wrist and knee appear to only be badly bruised and scraped.

We still had time for a Father’s Day steak dinner when Kristine and Henry returned from the hospital. And, sweet Henry hobbled out of his room with his Father’s Day present for me – a compact tent, water boiler and freeze dried meals so the two of us can go bike camping this summer. Thank you, Henry. I’m so sorry about your wipeout. I can’t wait to go camping with you after you recover.

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Fry Lodge Returns to ‘Normal’

After two months of what seemed like constant moving, we switched up the tempo at Fry Lodge this weekend.

Ruby participated in her second Jr. Ski to Sea with her relay team, The Pug People – complete with Arlo as mascot. Ruby ran the hula hoop leg.

The kids and I took several bike rides. Some donuts may have been consumed along the way.

We are approaching a state of total unpack. In between bike rides and donuts, we did some sorting. Kristine arranged the spices.

I alphabetized the albums.

Next weekend, we rest.

Oh, Myra Canyon

As soon as the kids were out of earshot, Kristine leaned over and said, “I’m terrified.” I’d been focused on whether we’d all have the right tires for the gravel trail. I had not considered that others might be concerned about the possibility of falling to our death. That is, until I was half way across a trestle and looked down through the railroad ties, which were spaced about 12 inches apart – too close together to allow you to slip through, but far enough apart to make your heart rate quicken.

On day two of our 2018 Fry Summer adventure, we drove to the top of Myra Canyon outside of Kelowna, BC. Once there, we unloaded our bikes to ride the 12-kilometer length of the Kettle Valley Rail Trail that winds along the canyon ridge over 18 trestles and through several tunnels.

The Fry Family Quartet is now of mostly equal riding ability, which makes little adventures like this possible. Moments of terror notwithstanding, we all enjoyed the ride, which gave us the most amazing views of the canyon below, despite the hazy skies caused by BC’s wildfires.

Ruby and Kristine returned to the trailhead before Henry and I. Upon our return, we discovered them enjoying an all-American picnic in the back of our pick up.

If you ride a bike and ever find yourself near Kelowna, a ride along Myra Canyon is a must. It’s way more beautiful than scary.

All Systems Go

We’ve completely changed things up at Fry Lodge this summer – particularly with respect to Fry Lodge on the go. Motorhome: gone. Minivan: gone. In their place: an Airstream trailer and a big red truck for hauling it.

In advance of our first long trip with the new set up, Ruby, Kristine and I did a quick overnight shakedown cruise to Fidalgo Bay RV Resort, while Henry attended a friend’s birthday party sleepover.

Pulling the trailer was no problem, with the help of our Race Red F150 3.6 liter V6 Ecoboost. I’m glad I got lots of practice maneuvering our little boat trailer last summer. I still need practice.

Even though it was a quick trip, Kristine, Ruby and I got in a bike ride this morning. We rode into Anacortes for a delicious breakfast at Dad’s Diner. On the ride along the water, Ruby remarked on the beautiful scenery, saying the only improvement would be the removal of the big refinery that kind of marred the landscape.

All systems go on the Airstream, though. New batteries – check. Tire pressure – check. Propane for hot water – check. Graywater protocol – check check. Can’t wait for our trip to Kelowna with the full Fry Family Quartet.

Bike-Mow-Reflect

Sometimes a long bike ride is as relaxing as lying on the beach with a cool beverage. Today was one of those days. I rode 28 miles roundtrip to mow the lawn at Fry Lodge Mud Bay.

The one-hour-fifteen-minute ride from one end of Lopez Island to another was a good opportunity to reflect on life. It’s interesting how my mind wanders on these long rides that put me into a meditative state.

My mom turned 77 today. After mowing my lawn, I called to wish her happy birthday. She was in Colorado, about to enter a restaurant for a birthday party of a friend whom she’d driven 1000 miles to surprise. It wasn’t even her friend’s actual birthday. Celebrating somebody else’s birthday on her own birthday. Classic Kaye.

My trip to Lopez was bookended by ferry rides. Such a beautiful way to travel – especially when a bike allows you to skip the hour-long car line to board.

It was a very relaxing, thought-provoking day. I think I need a cool beverage on a beach to recover.

Ski to Sea

The subdued excitement was palpable this Memorial Day weekend at Fry Lodge. Physical activity included: walking, biking, kayaking and sitting on the edge of our seats while watching Solo, a Star Wars Story.

To kick off the weekend, Henry, Ruby and I biked to Mallard Ice Cream. Because no Fry Lodge bike ride is complete without ice cream.

The annual Ski to Sea event is held over Memorial Day weekend in Bellingham. We walked down to Fairhaven on Sunday to watch the racers cross the finish line as they completed the kayak leg of the relay race, which started 60 miles to the east on the ski slopes of Mt. Baker. Last weekend, Ruby participated in the Jr. Ski to Sea event. She did the biking leg for her team, the Pug People.

Today, inspired by the previous day’s race, we hauled our kayaks to Birch Bay to launch the Fry Family Flotilla. The kids held their own. Ruby needed a short tow when the wind kicked up.

An awesome, very memorable Memorial Day. Bring on summer.