Destination Zuanich Point: Spring Run

From a storm of grey days, one brief, shining moment emerged this Saturday. I don't know how, or why, and am guessing since the local weather folks get blamed for the inclement weather, they should gleam some sort of credit for this, but we had an incredible April 12th.

And so, around 7:00, I pulled the quick laces on my shoes for a run that started on Railroad, went down West Holly Street, past the stores whose sidewalks don't roll out until the sun does, and into Maritime Heritage Park. Mostly downhill. I'm feeling absolutely invincible. And I look over at the park and decide I'm hitting those stairs, partly because I'm the only person alive at this point with the volume of my music, but more because it's Saturday, and it's finally nice out. What better two reasons to push yourself; you get 52 of these a year, and each one should count. Motivation. So 70 stairs later I'm on the top, looking out over the harbor, where the GP site is, knowing that we've got t-minus 10 years or so, and I'll be looking at 137 acres of incredible waterfront, possibly home to some internationally acclaimed organizations to be named later, great parks, and more importantly, more folks in Bellingham.

I'm an East Coaster, about 3300 miles away from where I opened my first lunch box, and the seascape that we have in Bellingham here is one of the reasons I stuck. We've rolling hills that look over a harbor into the islands. We're minutes from Canada, and and hour and half from Seattle, depending on who's driving. And the Bellingham Bells' symbol is the same as the Boston Red Sox so there's not much more one could ask for.

And as I run down the side of the street over the train tracks that helped build Bellingham, I veer left into the Bellwether, home to a couple of fantastic restaurants (Anthony's Ahi cooked to just north of rare) and where I saw a best friend get married in from of a pirate ship (not the wedding theme, just a happy coincidence). And suddenly the songs fade out, and I realize that there are a handful of people with access to this run, to this place on the Earth right now, and I'm one of them. I get a lot of those moments here.



The boats around the marina remind you why there's a waiting list to get a slip. And the view over the park that extends through the rock-built jetty into Fairhaven gives you reason to reason your way through the winters here.

It chalks up the thermometer at about 60 degrees when I finish my run, and that's more than enough for a reminder as to why I do what I do here. Being a steward to Bellingham makes me feel like a bit of a beggar at the palace, and that's fine with me.

You get 52 Saturdays a year, not barring leap years like this one. And I wouldn't give away Saturday for all the doom-and-gloom market reports in the world, as I know they're out there. But making the best of our surroundings and the best of what we have separates us, helps us top the food chain. Enjoying the sunshine in Bellingham feels good to type. Hope it felt better to read....

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Trail Running In Bellingham; Morning Loops

In the first couple minutes I begin running, the same phrase comes to mind: This is going to be painful. Coming from a competitive family that did some sort of race every weekend, my usual reply when asked to run was that I was old enough now to stop running, and stay and fight. But talking with other runners whose motivation was more of the journey on the trail, it was blindingly evident I was missing out. It's the places you run that make it more exciting, and that's been burned into me more and more as I'm trying 2 new runs in Bellingham.

The North Shore Trail is six miles there and back (and then some if you tag the fence at the mid-mark) and runs most of the perimeter of the East side of Lake Whatcom, looking back on the homes on Coronado, Strawberry Point, and most of Gates 1 and 2 of Sudden Valley, with a few peaks from homes in Gate 5. This trail is about 8 feet wide, compacted gravel and dirt, wide enough for a morning group of coffee drinkers to walk four abreast, making it just about impossible to not say "Good Morning". The whole run you're looking to your left or right at pristine water, incredible landscape, and a waterfall here and there, thrown in with a couple of well-built, and sometimes slippery bridges. And very dog friendly, with a great beach at the end for my friend's dog, Caymus, to cash in on fetch with a piece of driftwood, after very humbly "holding back" the entire run. It gets a little dodgy during the fall, with the leaves covering a lot of the rocks that could turn an ankle, and turn a winter into "the time I actually read those books assigned for summer reading" and no one should have to read Life and Death of a Salt Marsh. No one.

Looping down through the Dog Park in Fairhaven, through Downtown, and onto the Boardwalk is surreal. Again, your skirting the shoreline for a good portion, looking up at South Hill, and for a little motivation on your way to Bellingham, you pass Wood's Coffee, one of the best things to happen at Boulevard Park since I got free coffee for bringing a Pomeranian, which sounds like a Poker term for bluffing, but actually happened. Continue around the bend and along the rest of the trail, and it will bring you into Bellingham, behind the bike shops there, the Tai Chi class that practices out back during the summer. With a left when you hit the street, that'll bring you right to where the Farmer's Market is every Saturday during the spring and summer. You can stop here, or at the local Brew Pub (Cheers, Nolan!) or run into downtown. There's always something going on.

So many runs in Bellingham....I hope you try out these two, one's a little country, one's a little more rock and roll.

Keep an eye out for a Pomeranian.
Chris McNamara

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