Port Townsend
Port Townsend is an old Victorian era outpost on the eastern corner of the Olympic Peninsula. Directly across a stretch of water known as the Straits of Juan de Fuca lies Canada and Vancouver Island. After spending summer weekends making trips to the dump, doing stuff around the house and not getting outside, we threw caution to the wind and went up to Port Townsend for the weekend. Not being particularly flush with cash these days, staying in a hotel was hardly the wisest thing to do but given the fact that we haven't been anywhere this year we felt we deserved it.
The town is unique in its Victorian architecture and old red brick buildings. It was once a gateway to Alaska and a business center for loggers and miners. Today it is a beautiful pleasure boat port and destination for tourists. We enjoyed local food, coffee, a farmers market and delicious locally brewed ales.
The weather was perfect for an afternoon on the beach followed by ice-cream sundays and, you guessed it - more beer. The girls found great bargains at local thrift stores while I continued on my quest for that perfect froth, (found on the top of freshly poured ales!)
Our hotel was the Bishop Hotel, owned by a first generation ex-pat named Pat Flaherty, who still fly's the tri-color above the entranceway. Built in the late 19th century it was gorgeous and very comfy (although I wouldn't fancy my chances in it when the big-one hits). We all sat in one night and watched a bunch of Steve Martin movies.
We finished up our weekend by taking the ferry back to Seattle. We were home by mid afternoon with ample time to make one last glorious trip to the dump! We're clearing the largest known weed out of our garden, a laurel, and although I've been hauling it to the dump all summer - we've only just begun! Before we left Port Townsend we spotted a deer and her fawns. We pulled over and got within ten yards before sitting down in the grass for about half an hour and watching them wander and eat berry's and foliage. Such peaceful and beautiful creatures.
Port Townsend is an old Victorian era outpost on the eastern corner of the Olympic Peninsula. Directly across a stretch of water known as the Straits of Juan de Fuca lies Canada and Vancouver Island. After spending summer weekends making trips to the dump, doing stuff around the house and not getting outside, we threw caution to the wind and went up to Port Townsend for the weekend. Not being particularly flush with cash these days, staying in a hotel was hardly the wisest thing to do but given the fact that we haven't been anywhere this year we felt we deserved it.
The town is unique in its Victorian architecture and old red brick buildings. It was once a gateway to Alaska and a business center for loggers and miners. Today it is a beautiful pleasure boat port and destination for tourists. We enjoyed local food, coffee, a farmers market and delicious locally brewed ales.
The weather was perfect for an afternoon on the beach followed by ice-cream sundays and, you guessed it - more beer. The girls found great bargains at local thrift stores while I continued on my quest for that perfect froth, (found on the top of freshly poured ales!) Our hotel was the Bishop Hotel, owned by a first generation ex-pat named Pat Flaherty, who still fly's the tri-color above the entranceway. Built in the late 19th century it was gorgeous and very comfy (although I wouldn't fancy my chances in it when the big-one hits). We all sat in one night and watched a bunch of Steve Martin movies.
We finished up our weekend by taking the ferry back to Seattle. We were home by mid afternoon with ample time to make one last glorious trip to the dump! We're clearing the largest known weed out of our garden, a laurel, and although I've been hauling it to the dump all summer - we've only just begun! Before we left Port Townsend we spotted a deer and her fawns. We pulled over and got within ten yards before sitting down in the grass for about half an hour and watching them wander and eat berry's and foliage. Such peaceful and beautiful creatures. 
posted by Shano at 11:30 PM
1 Comments:
No.... seriously... are they the same "little" girls that used to sit at your desk drawing us pictures???
Holy Mofo... now I feel old!
Ps you and the good lady wife look great!
*hug*
C
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