OK… mini-history lesson that will be lacking in many details. 

Sometime in the 1850’s, somebody on San Juan Island shot a pig.  I don’t know if that person was British or American but somebody shot a pig.  This got everybody upset and folks wondering who actually controlled this island.  The American’s said they did, the Brits claimed they did.  So each side set up a camp (just in case they needed to do a little itty bitty war over an itty bitty island…and a pig) on opposite sides of the island.  In the 1870’s the dispute was resolved with the U.S. having control of the island.  Number of fatalities: one (the pig).  Both camps remain today.  Here’s the American Camp.

There was a trail (Prairie Trail?) that I walked while Dana stayed in the car with AG. Those mountains in the background are the Olympic mountains.  While I was walking through the American camp a bald eagle flew over my head.  He was pretty close but by the time I got my camera back out he was too far out of range for a picture.

Olympic mountains.