Water, Waves, and Wind in Port Townsend

We are enjoying a relaxed and low-key visit to Port Townsend, Washington in our R-Pod. We are staying at the Point Hudson Marina and RV Park, a favorite spot we come to frequently. My Mom and Dad made arrangements to stay here in their Class A Motorhome (I call it Shamu), and asked if we would be interested in coming during the same week. After staying at home and not being able to make the trips we had planned for this year, we were only to happy to say YES! Two of my Dad's five brothers and their wives also decided to come, so we have been able to visit with them while sitting outside in a large circle of camp chairs. Even while social distancing, being able to visit with my family has been such a blessing. I miss people so much, and even now, talking with masks and 6 feet apart, it reminds me of what is important.

The Tacoma Narrows Bridges.

Looking north over the side of the Old Narrows Bridge.

The Hood Canal Floating Bridge.

From the Hood Canal Bridge.

Shadow with flowers looking NW over the Puget Sound.

Seagull sentinel.

The Bell Tower looks out from the cliff over the town.

Fog and public art on the Port Townsend waterfront.

This artistic van has been around the city for several years.

Wine, cheese, smoked salmon, fresh bread, and relatives.

My dad and his brother #4.

Still life with wine glass.
The mini pumpkin is from my Aunt's garden.

Brother #2 is in the center, flanked by my Aunts.

The group in a rare patch of sun.

The sand spit with such a distinctive driftwood log.

Our next door RV neighbors are a bluegrass/folk band.
They are really good; we've had great free concerts.

This uncle (with dog) plays guitar and really loves live music.

Tree faced.

My dad walking the shore with his dog Chili.

Lunch in the R-Pod.

Sand spit, log, seagulls and the Whidbey-Port Townsend Ferry.

The flyers are blue herons.

Chinese take-out dinner with the fam.

Bad weather has blown in. We have been inside all day as the wind rages around the point. Where we are is at the western end of the Straight of Juan de Fuca, which is notorious for breezy conditions. The rain is expected to continue through the week, and may not let up until we leave, but I am appreciating the break from our regular routine. We brought our rain jackets, and are prepared for a quiet week.