"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." ~ T. E. Lawrence
This might just be better than Oktober Fest – no joke. Imagine 70 degrees, sunny, snow-capped mountains in the distance, a breeze from the sea, and fields upon fields of bright tulips. Welcome to the Skagit Tulip Festival!
After church yesterday, I met up with a friend to head down to Mount Vernon. I’ve been waiting for weeks for the tulips to finally start blooming after a chilly and damp start to our Northwest spring. And finally they were here! We hopped on a motorcycle and took the scenic route along the shoreline. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect: blue skies, sunshine, and warmth. On the left, trees became a blur in the periphery and the sea sprawled out to surround the San Juan Islands to the right.
And then the road met the Skagit Valley, hemmed in by the Cascade Range to the East and Puget Sound to the west. Smells of freshly cut silage, musty cows, and the hint of brine rose up. Quintessential Washington and I love it! Before long the fields took on rainbow hues. Pinks, reds, yellows, and purples stretched out in lakes of flowers.
Only the tulip fields of Holland could match this display! Wandering through the fields, my eyes were dazzled by the bright colors. It was at once ethereal and earthy – the dirt and mud of the furrows contrasting with vivid and delicate blooms.
My favorite part was walking along the edge of one of the fields where fewer people were gathered. And then I spotted it. Like little “Easter Eggs” you can look out for in films, there was a bit of pink in a sea of red tulips. And we even found a lone daffodil hidden in the rows of blooms!
And then my tummy rumbled. Time to search out some grub and the spot to get it was the Skagit River Brewery. I should have taken pictures of the gluten-free pizza I ordered – it was fantastic! Paired with a tasty apricot cider, it couldn’t have been better.
On the ride back to Bellingham we captured a few shots of the sunset over the San Juans. The clouds were starting to roll in but rays of sunshine pierced through in glory. Another great weekend adventure for the books!