Dagnabbin Dungeness, et al.

Wow, so lots of interesting things happen when I’m not writing.  I had this GREAT vacation with my sweetie in Port Townsend, WA.  We stayed at the Palace Hotel.  We ate and ate and ate.  We visited with family, made new friends and, um, ATE.  Whew.

It was my mama’s birthday, thankyouverymuch.  And mine, but who’s
counting.  We had a great meal at the Belmont Hotel.  Please eat there,
cause they busted their butts for us.  Someone forgot to bring the cake
from Sweet Laurette’s, so the owners ran off and picked it up for us,
after hours and at great pains.  THANKS, folks.

After much wine and food coma, Chris and I slept in a very wide, big, Victorian bed.

Then we went to the Tyler Street Cafe for breakfast, where we
promptly lost a staring match with the pastry case.  Lemon curd filled
danish?  Oh, sure.  Scone filled with cream cheese and marion berry
jam?  Oh, sure.  Why not?  Why not, plus infinity????

A bike ride, with great effort, ensued.  Port Townsend, we love you.  October is the great secret of the Great Northwest.

We had dinner on the back deck of Sirens, the local watering hole,
as the sun set and the locals of PT found each other again, long gone
since summer began.

The next day we trundled mom into the car and drove out to the Port
Angeles Crab Fest.  I swear, I gave the crabs fair warning.  We ate
whole crab with a little butter and some white wine and called it
good.  Good god, it was good.

Then we went for dinner at Sirens again, and ate more seafood.  We watched a great movie at the Rose: 3:10 to Yuma.  Cowboys!

We slept in a big bed again, came home, and so on.  So nice to be
back, but I miss that sweet paper mill smell, and all the cats I met.