Orcas Island
On July 15th, 2011, we sat around Mike’s parents’ house contemplating whether or not to leave for Orcas Island in the San Juans that day or the next. Mike had been feeling crummy all day so Mike’s dad and I finished the puzzle on the kitchen counter. Mike and I took some time to pray about how he felt, and within a few minutes he got up and felt ready to leave. We didn’t leave until about 6pm but we loaded up the car and Mike wanted to drive so he didn’t smoke any pot because he would have fallen asleep. We chose to drive the Highway 2 (Davenport) route, although in hindsight, I have no idea why. Maybe we’d never gone that way and this was a time for firsts. Although Mike was incredibly sore, he wanted to drive, and it was the first time he’d taken control like that in a long time. It was a great feeling, like old times. We followed behind his parents and I spent much of the drive rubbing his ribs on the side because they hurt so much. Of course, I figured the c...