After I left the reservation on Wednesday, It was off to Port Townsend. Started off with cloudy skies, mid 50’s, brisk wind, drizzle. It stayed that way most of the day but the drizzle let up. I don’t think it ever did get to 60 degrees. Some beautiful scenery, with winding roads so thick with large pine trees that you wonder how they can keep growing for lack of room. I had to use a ferry to get to port, and on approach, you could almost imagine you were In New England with the homes sitting high atop the hill overlooking the water. Brian was there to meet me as I rode off the boat and I followed him to his home and was re-introduced to his wife Else. We both knew we had met previously, but couldn’t remember when. They live in a small home on a short peninsula that has an abundance of what many people would think is living a dream. Their boat is right in front of the house, and on the other side of the bay is a small marina. Nora (my sister) would be having a field day since she is such an avid bird watcher. She would need more books to reference because there is just WAY to many birds, along with otters. And – if you’re hungry, just walk down the shore for clams or oyster. The water thing is not necessarily my cup of tea, but I must admit, it made for a VERY relaxing stay. Else also did a fine job of some home cooked and home grown, meals. We sat around for hours talking about family stuff that sometimes just needs to get caught up on, and learn about things you never knew before. Brian told me they used to refer to my mom, who was the only girl in the family, as the “pretty” aunt. I cracked up when I heard that. I didn’t disagree with it; I just had never heard that before. He also told me the story of how my grandmother died. I was only about 2 when it happened, and he gave a perspective to it that was more personal and with a little history. Time flies when you’re having fun, and before you know it – bed time.
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