As we continued to skirt the edge of the Strait of (de?) Juan de Fuca we made great efforts to find yet another bay to roost in and spend some time. After many dead end and private road - ‘No Beach Access’ - experiences we eventually landed at a boat ramp… on a bay.
As we pulled into the parking lot to find a nice level spot a woman got out of her car and approached us. Seriously, this IS marked as a PUBLIC boat ramp and beach access point.
Her first question was… “Have you been here before?” Hmmm… what to say, what to say.
We went with “No” and waited with baited breath. She then proceeded to tell us to drive up the otherwise local traffic only looking road. She rather insisted that we needed to go up there but she said that she wouldn’t tell us what was there. Since it was away from the water we felt it safe to assume that it wouldn’t be water stuff but we took the bait anyway and drove away up the hill.
A few cute looking houses later we came upon this…
O.K. We’re interested.
This was no ordinary house and the grounds were just beautiful.
Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
This is Troll Haven!
On special occasions and for the right price though it can be yours for the day.
We were not allowed past this point. Not that we’d want to go there anyway!
Who wants to end up like this? We’ve got places to go and people to see.
We’re not sure if he saw us or not.
Enter at your own risk… when it’s unlocked. We were safe.
Leaving so soon? Oh, that worries me.
Or it could just be the headache I’ve got from holding up this barn!
After Troll Haven we went back down to the bay which at that point felt a bit samey. We had been spoiled by novelty. Would we ever be the same?
