It is a cloudy November morning when I drop John off at Island Hospital for a colonoscopy. With about 2 hours to wait until I can retrieve him, I amble down to the Island Bistro for some grits and eggs and then decide to take a walk. Anacortes has so many great places to choose from but I find myself steering towards the marina. A street closure and detour has me parking in front of an apartment building near Rotary Park where I pull on my day pack and make my way up to the park entrance.
I decide to hike up to Cap Sante and the trail winds upwards through the woods, passing disc golf baskets along the way. The leaves swish as my shoes shuffle through them and I breathe the fragance of the fall leaves.
Eventually I reach the rocky outcrop of Cap Sante. As I climb I am struck by how it looks like a six plus level ziggurat. I have never seen Cap Sante from this angle. It looks quite different when you drive up to the top which is how I have always done it in the past.
I spy a doe who gives me a glance before continuing her breakfast.
I scramble out onto the rocks and realize there are actually two does. I can see the Salish Sea in the distance.
It is a short distance more to the Cap Sante parking lot and I check out the information boards there.
I gaze at the views, enjoying the sight of the big ships pulling in to the oil refineries at March Point, and the blaze of yellow fall foliage in distance.
I make my way back down the trail and then back to the hospital where I only have to wait about five minutes before John is ready for pick up. He already knows that his colonoscopy showed no problems and is surprisingly alert due to a new kind of anesthesia that they used. The rain spatters the windshield while we drive home and I am happy for good medical news and that I had the chance to explore a new-to-me trail.
