Isn't there some saying about a little bit of planning ahead? A stitch in time saves nine? No, that's not it. 10% inspiration, 90% perspiration? No, that's not it either.
Anyway, turns out, EVERYBODY KNOWS the tulips don't bloom until the third week of April. Everybody except me, Emily, and Sara. All we saw were fields and fields of dirt. With a few fields of yellow daffodils here and there.
I'm gonna go ahead and say something controversial: daffodils are boring. They do nothing for me. Emily feels the same way and we spent the better part of an hour driving down every small road in Skagit Valley, venomously cursing daffodils. Eventually, we found ONE field with what was SOON to be, but not quite YET, tulips.
So we improvised. We drove to La Connor and found The Scone Lady. I think I had a blueberry cream cheese one. Yum yum yum! Then we took the scenic route to Mt. Baker. Why not, eh?
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| Emily insisted it's pronounced "some ass" |
Things just got sillier from there. Yes, there were icicle shenanigans. Emily fell into a snow drift and almost lost a flip-flop.
All in all, a fantastic day out.
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