First Officer’s Entry:
So here we sit, 42 feet from the edge of the ocean. The water is dark and foreboding and there
are creatures out there that will EAT you.
On that water are people in tiny little sailboats who, if given even
half a chance, will tell you how much fun it is to go out and challenge
yourself (and Mother Nature). Then they
will, upon seeing your “Norton” shirt, explain in great detail how dangerous
motorcycling is. Last night the
temperature was about 25 degrees with a sixty mile an hour wind trying to knock
over the RV. I hear it is 110 degrees in
Phoenix. I miss that. Cheryl is about as happy as a seagull
shitting on a coach. Yeah, they do that,
and I swear it’s on purpose (porpoise?) because the white, acidic, cement spray
hits the sides of the coach in great swinging arcs.
As I entered this RV “Park” the Garmin BIB (B**** in the
Box) said, “Turn right on Hudson Street.”
So I started to swing left for a tight right turn when I saw that
“Hudson Street” was a 75 foot dead end.
I straightened up and looked farther ahead and there was a second Hudson
Street. That second one took us into the
RV park. When I commented on this
interesting factoid at the check-in desk the nice lady acknowledged Hudson Street
used to be a loop and that quite a few RV’s turn on the first Hudson Street by
mistake. Then she noted that a lot of
them have a difficult time backing back out.
Gee, maybe a sign, “RV’s use second Hudson Street” would be helpful?
On the other hand, Port Townsend (“PT” to the locals) is a
pretty little town. It’s about as far
northwest as you can go short of Port Angeles.
The buildings date back to the early 1800’s and the town makes a serious
effort to maintain the old timey feeling.
The shops are cute and touristy.
I counted 723 ladies wear shops and three shops with T-Shirts for guys. There are no shops that carry black golf
shirts with a small PT logo on the pocket although two out of the three guy’s shops
thought that might be a good idea. All
in all I get the feeling that the ladies here dress a lot better than the men
do.
On the other-other hand, last week I stumbled into, “The
Garage” aka “Bergstrom’s Antique and Classic Autos”, located just off the main
drag. The date on the building is 1917
and the inside is crammed with beautifully restored cars and jumbles of old
auto parts and memorabilia. And wouldn’t
you know it, there in a back corner was a very nice ’72 Norton Commando. The owner said it was his personal bike and
he rides it regularly.
Having granddaughter Hailey stay with us took a lot time and
energy, but was actually (am I really saying this?) fun! The first couple of days with the other GD’s
was hectic but fun, and the following days with Hailey and friends was a
kick. The first friend was Abby, a fine
young lady, quiet and sweet who wants to be a pastry chef and own her own
dessert shop. As luck would have it she
was at Hailey’s house when I decorated Hailey’s birthday cake. I expect Abby will be a better cake decorator
than this 50-years-out-of-practice old man. The second friend was Zoe, a sweet young lady
who was a joy to be with. Hailey said
that Zoe mentioned that her grandparents live in Florida, and it was fun to have
some grandparents for a day. That was
nice.
Tomorrow we move the rig from this barren peninsula up to
the tall pines of Fort Warden State Park.
I will enjoy being out of the wind; Cheryl will be going through shore
withdrawal.
End of First Officer’s Log. (Photos follows.)
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