
I had a fantastic weekend.
Nic and I drove to Port Townsend in the Peninsula - it's a small art community that is still a pretty big fishing and paper mill town. The drive there was ok, except for the 30 minute mystery wait before the Hood Canal Bridge. I did get to see some nuclear warships that were docked at the naval base close by - good to know that if there ever is a nuclear war, we'd be one of the firsts to get hit. At least it'd be an instant death.
So, the hotel. It was really awesome. The room was huge, with high ceilings and decorated in a tasteful Victorian style. Sometimes Victorian can be WAY fussy, this was not. The hotel itself was at one point a brothel in the 20's, and all of the rooms were named after the girls that purportedly worked in that room. Mine was Miss Alice. It had a huge 6 ft long claw foot tub and spacious bathroom, as well as a super soft and comfy king size bed.
Lots of time was spent in that bed, let me tell you.
The town itself was super friendly and quaint, yes, it was touristy, but you know what? Some of the places we ate at were good enough to be popular Seattle restaurants if they were here.
My only complaints were: a) the hotel, since it was old, was noisy. You could practically hear people breathing in the next room and if you are a shy/modest couple (like we are) you are SUPER FUCKING QUIET when doing anything that may be even remotely construed as sexual. God forbid the neighbors get an earful. :)
and b) the front desk guy was a bit too friendly. I suppose, since the hotel itself is a landmark, a bit expensive and a tourist draw, it's expected that you be really friendly. I just wanted a map and my key and let me be.
So, basically, while in Port Townsend, we just wandered, ate, and slept a lot. It was very relaxing. We also drove out to the very tip of the Peninsula and went to the beach there. It was quite expansive and offered a great view - I even could see Canada. It was the closest to a border that I've ever been too. One day I'll leave the US. One day.
The drive back just reinforced how much i love this state. Again, too pretty for words. We drove up 101 to Olympia, pretty much bordering the Olympic National Forest. Lots of small towns, lots of them fishing towns. At one point, we saw a sign for some falls and a trail and decided to go find it. Well, the trail itself goes down 1000 ft pretty steeply, halfway down, i knew I was going to DIE on the way back up. (I did - oh my god, i need to quit smoking and get to a gym.) BUT at the bottom - looking through the trees, the light was that ethereal glowing green yellow and everything was moss covered and wet - it was one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen in my life. Though, I giggled a little every time Nic would shout "HI BEAR!" every so often, partly to actually scare away any bears that might be lurking about.
Another stop we made was to get some fresh oysters at one of the fishing towns on the way. I've never shucked oysters before, that was infuriating and fun at the same time. I made a nice oyster casserole with them when we got back to Nic's place.
Honestly, it was the best weekend I ever had.
(pooping rainbows!)