After shooting the wedding in Bellingham Washington, there was no rush to leave to state just yet. Chuck had one week, and so did I, so we decided to go an island adventure getaway. Whidbey Island is a ferry ride over the sound, located about an hour north of Seattle.
This included camping at Deception Pass, exploring Fort Casey, wandering around the rhododendron park and staying in the back yard of at Airbnb spot.
I came here as a kid a few times with the family. I remember walking up the beach trail, and then onto the bridge itself. I was a wee little human being, on this gigantic bridge. I was trying to figure what it meant to be a human was, and how come we were so small? I thought the solution was to throw my plastic bottle over the railing, you know why? Neither did I. My step dad saw this and wasn’t so happy with my choices. He was pissed, and I felt foolish.
The next time I came back to the pass was the summer after I graduated high school. This was on a surprise camping trip with a handful of friends, and a good amount of people whom I conveniently forgot the names of by now… but most of the crew didn’t want to make it to the end of the beach trail once we were half way there. A half mine to the bridge, and there was in coming rain (go figure Washington). We ran like wolves trying to get back to our campsite. We never did make it back.
But here I am, once again faced with the beach trail that leads to Deception Pass Bridge. 1 mile in, and I was going to try my damnedest to get to the very end this time. Along the beach Chuck and I were making music and taking photos, when a guy comes around the bend of a huge rock and starts taking photos of his own, of us, on the down low. Sly guy he was. We made conversation with a local photographer, a guy who scouts spots in the area for commercials.
When we made it to the end, I went out as far as I could just to say I did. Chuck just had to top it by going even higher up and further out. No broken bones, and our cameras in tack, no rain, shoes full of sand, and colorful rocks that I picked up accompanied me. I had made it back to the bridge!
Prepare to take a walk back in time, because this place is something you probably haven’t seen much before. Considering this fort stated being built in 1897, it has seem some action. On the sight there is a large lush green field, where people now fly kites and have picnics. The sight itself has close up cannons and many tunnels and concrete rooms to explore. We also decided to do an impromptu music video in mysterious looking room.
WIKI “Most of Fort Casey's guns and mortars were removed during World War I, when they were mounted on railcars to serve as mobile heavy artillery. Some of these weapons were returned to the fort after the war, and were scrapped during World War II as 16-inch guns and other weapons at other forts superseded them.”