With safety procedures training out of the way this morning, Joan and I went out for breakfast and then off on the scooters...
Sunny but cool. No real destination in mind, we planned for a stop at English Camp. From the post a couple weeks ago about American Camp, this is the British counterpoint during the Pig War. The English had a better location and did more to make the camp a pleasant place. A protected bay...
Floral gardens for the commander's wife (and vegetable gardens)...
A path leading up to the overlook (where the above photos were taken)...
The obligatory sign...
A heavily wooded road from the main road to the camp...
The enjoyment of the day was dampened a bit by a local asshole in a pickup truck, who ran up close behind us and honked his horn. When we pulled over, he made a raving attempt to explain "that the speed limit is what you're supposed to drive and if you can't drive that you need to ride on the shoulder!"
I explained to him how the speed limit actually works, but it was like trying to teach a pig to sing. I know there are a lot of rental mopeds that travel on this road, barely able to do 25 mph (OK, maybe 30 going downhill), so I am sure people who have to travel the road a lot in the summer get frustrated. I got behind them last summer when driving our truck to work... but I didn't tailgate them and try to honk them off the road. We weren't looking for an altercation, since a pickup outweighs the scooters by quite a bunch.
Most people on this island are friendly. I guess every village needs an idiot.
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Dang that's gorgeous country!!! Plus your weather has been pretty fantastic!!! So just keep rubbing it in! ;-). Lived in Idaho for high school and college and really miss the PNW.
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