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.

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Fry Lodge is Hot

We picked up the keys of our new house today. And it is hot. I mean really hot. It has a sauna. To celebrate taking possession of our new home this evening, we moved the following items to Fry Lodge Belllingham II: one Weber grill, one firepit, one turntable, a few dozen records, four Adirondack chairs, and our bathrobes. After enjoying a tasty meal, we cranked up the sauna and steamed up the place. Can’t wait to move in permanently.

Spring break Fry Lodge Style

Because we don’t have enough happening at Fry Lodge, we decided to change everything all at once. Again. Within a period of a week, we made an offer on a new house, put our house up for sale, Marie Kondo’d the hell out of Fry Lodge, took a trip to the Oregon Coast to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary and frolic in the 50-degree Pacific Ocean, regrouped for a day in Seattle, and then went our separate ways again – Kristine and the kids back to Bellingham and me to New York. Stay tuned for more details on Fry Lodge Bellingham II.

Just another week at Fry Lodge

The Flower Pot

In 1948, when my dad was a boy, his family built a cabin on Priest Lake, Idaho. That cabin was home to countless memories for the extended Fry family. Even after my grandmother sold it in the early 1980s, we rented it for a few weeks during summers for family reunions. The cabin was torn down in 2003 and replaced with a new home. Earlier this year, when that house came up for sale, my parents bought it. We decided to celebrate the Fry Family Thanksgiving there this year.

For several years, while my dad’s family gradually built it, the old Priest Lake cabin had no running water. As a boy, upon arrival, my dad’s first job was to fill two buckets of water from the lake – one for drinking and one for washing. His dad, my Grandpa Fry, built an outhouse up the hill from the cabin. They called it The Flower Pot, and hung a sign inside that said “No matter how much you water it, nothing ever grows.” The outhouse’s unique feature: it was a double holer. Apparently my aunts, uncles and grandparents had no problem sitting next to each other while they did their business.

When my parents bought the current Priest Lake house this summer, The Flower Pot still sat atop the hill. It had long since fallen over, and nobody had used either one of its holes in decades. Before having the relic hauled off, my parents salvaged several of the boards that were used to build the outhouse in 1948.

This Thanksgiving weekend, we used those boards to spruce up the new Priest Lake cabin’s modern day Flower Pot. My dad and brother nailed the old boards to the bathroom wall to support the towel rack and toilet paper holder. My daughter Ruby, using my old wood burning set, made a new sign, which now hangs proudly above the toilet. It’s just like 1948. But now, you don’t have somebody sitting next to you while you water the flowers.


A Fry Lodge Father’s Day

I had to squat on the beach to get the perfect shot of Kristine and the kids as we took a break on Crab Island during our family kayak outing. It’s usually a challenge getting all three of them to smile at once during one of my photo shoots. But for some reason, they all broke out into hysterics. I wondered why, until I felt the dampness in the seat of my shorts. Apparently, at that moment, a clam decided to spit water vertically from where it was buried in the sand – directly underneath me.

It was perfect timing on the clam’s part. It broke the tension created by a certain reluctant kayaker, who will remain nameless.

The Fry Family Quartet was having a very nice, well deserved break. The previous two weekends were spent getting Fry Lodge Mud Bay ready to put on the market, which had included pre-dawn ferry journeys, lots of elbow grease and a few sore muscles.

A little spray paint does wonders

After the squirting clam incident, we visited our good friends, the Rovente family, on their awesome little Lopez farm. Kristine was hit with a double whammy of cat and hay allergies, but we had a wonderful evening all the same.

We woke up this morning to a clear-as-glass Mud Bay and decided it was time to head back to the mainland. Our ferry karma kicked in as we barely squeezed onto the 9:30am ferry (the 33rd car despite a 27-car quota).

We spent the rest of our Sunday test driving F150 pickups, napping and grilling ribeyes. A great Fry Lodge Father’s Day.