We’ve shifted our home base from the Mount Vernon area to Port Townsend, to spend more time with our older son and his girlfriend.
I managed to avoid a total freak-out over maneuvering our BFT/RV combo onto the ferry, but then all kinds of lost my shit when I heard the captain say, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve spotted a pod of killer whales ahead. You should be able to see them from the bow in just a couple of minutes.”
And we did!
After so many dismal days of soggy grayness, we reveled in the sunshine and clear skies, even though it was cold enough to… well… freeze the door mats. But other than that? Hey, look! The mountains are out!
And speaking of Fort Worden, I leave you with this bit of movie nostalgia:
We’ve been here nearly two weeks, spending tons of time making memories with family, and taking advantage of rare non-rainy days to walk along the bay.
On this morning’s sojourn, I chanced to look up.
It’s a rule of Western Washington that I often forget: Every now and then, pull your eyes from the placid waters, the intense greenery, the snow-capped Olympics and Cascades, and the hipsters with their coffees, and gaze skyward, to the very tops of the cedars.
Because that’s where the bald eagles are, dummy.
Today, I saw four. Actually, I think Eagle 1 and Eagle 4 were a case of same-bird-different-tree, so maybe I saw only three.
My apologies for poor photo quality. This was one of the rare occasions on which I wished I still had a real camera, as the iPhone just doesn’t do very well at capturing things that are way the hell up there.