Shaw Island is pure, Northwestern paradise.
Back when three Franciscan nuns ran the island’s only store and ferry dock, I nearly had an elementary job at the island’s one-room schoolhouse.
I ended up taking a job at a neighboring island. Well, a ‘pretend’ island really. Whidby has a bridge; it’s easy to escape. There, we bought a charming Victorian house, birthed one babe, then another all while wondering what might have been on peacefully-perfect Shaw.
Eight years later, I spy Shaw daily out our kitchen window. And once a summer Indian Cove’s beach feels a shift from our giggles, sandcastles and s’mores. Oh, yes, lots of sandy toes with nineteen adults and twenty-three children in our camping party. Pure joy.
13 Reasons to Love Shaw
1. Our campsite has the best zip-open expansive view:
Last summer, steeped in play’s research, I fell in love with June Burn and the many books her name lead me to. Living High became a bible for me and a constant reminder for the sense of adventure I want my children to experience. Maybe our third will write or adventure like her; June is Olive’s middle name. Andrew Henry’s Meadow, by Doris Burn, has my girls dreaming of a secret world where everything is possible each evening it becomes a bedtime story. Maybe that world looks just like Shaw.
2. Truths are spoken when we spend all day by the sea.
Yes, we can spend all day by the sea to build a raft and ride on it.
And, yes, we can spend all day by the sea to fly a kite and play games.
And, yes, we can spend all day by the sea to swim like whales.
3. We will celebrate the distance traveled in tide.
4. In memory, mornings in the woods always smell like bacon and coffee.
Our girls start sweet and slow in the tent and pick up right where they left off in last night’s campfire story.
5. Mothers of girls get to watch gaggles of boys. I loved witnessing their play, listening to what made them laugh out loud.
7. On Shaw, we’ll take our time and our picture.
8. We learn solar showers and picnic table-top tubs are awesome.
11. On Shaw, Burrito Night is a stuffing success, especially to the tiniest and most gregarious eater of the bunch.
On Shaw, evenings are full of sticky s’mores and sun-drenched exhaustion.
12. Be it living room or outdoors, our girls think tent sleeping is just the coolest thing, all flashlights and sleeping bags.
Shhh: I prefer my bed, all vintage quilt and fluffy down. Don’t tell the baby lovin’ the woods…
Even though the baby-sleeping bag-snuggle didn’t quite fit a restful quota, it was still pretty darn cute.