Blind Bay & Blind Island
Our trip to the boat the weekend of June 4-5, 2011 started with a BLAAHH. Willow barfed just as we headed on to the freeway on-ramp. A couple of miles and several gallons of throw up later, we managed to exit the freeway and start cleaning up the mess. We were much more shaken by the whole affair than Willow. She calmly allowed us to change her clothes and waited patiently while we tried to clean the mess off of her car seat using an entire container full of wet-wipes. After our little pit stop, we continued on to the boat and headed out to Blind Bay. For the first time, we took the dinghy the short distance to Blind Island. Willow loved traipsing through tall grass and barreling down the tiny island’s hilly trails on her first real hike.