I went camping this week at South Whidbey State Park, which is on Whidbey Island in the Puget Sound, in Washington State. It's a really pretty car camping place, with old-growth forest (including a 500-year-old cedar that was saved by actual tree hugging back in the 70s), a lovely wild beach that was foggy most mornings, and real toilets and hot showers and nice shady camping spots. I was hardly roughing it. I did spend the week alone, though (except for the hordes of yelling kids and their parents who surrounded me) and eventually took on a Wild Woman of the Woods look (see picture below, with bug spray/sunscreen/salt air hair and bug bitten neck). I didn't talk to anyone except when I helped a little girl on the beach find her mom. Mostly, I walked the 3.5 miles of trails repeatedly, read a lot of books, wrote some stuff, took a lot of pictures of trees, talked to the animals around camp and came up with names for them (see photos below), climbed on all the fallen and driftwood trees on the beach, watched German and Irish fishers trying to catch salmon, drank beer and woke up in the middle of the night to look at the stars and listen to the foghorn. It was a perfect week.

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Bonus cat pictures: Clara is the cat of my former roommate who lives on Whidbey Island now, who I got to see on my way home. Carl is my cat and Everest is my roommate's. Carl was excited to see me at first, but then he got bored.