we were off on another adventure! Today we couldn't hold back any longer we headed up to the Olympic Peninsula. We started off honestly thinking we were going to investigate all docking points along the south shore of the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Who were we kidding? We were going to Port Townsend! We actually fooled ourselves into driving as far west as Sequim. Again it was a ghost marina. We saw a total of six humans. Mind you this is a lovely marina! But nobody hangs out there. There's nobody running a sander, no Dixieland jazz drifting across the water from a boat across the way, no dogs laying across the dock to step over. It's creepy.
So off to Pt. Townsend. And gee, we were hungry. That meant a stop at the Bayview. It's nothing fancy, but it virtually hangs on the bay, right next to the ferry dock. The waitstaff hasn't changed since we started going there about five years ago. I have no reason to believe they were new then. The food is consistently good and the view is gawkworthy. We paid the bacon toll to Simon to get back in the truck. Then we did a tour of Pt. Hudson where the Wooden Boat Festival had just ended. We didn't attend because wooden boats stress me out. So much work! But we did poke around town and take a good look at the boats anchored out off of town. Then it was off to the public docks, Boat Haven, where we walked the docks extensively. Give me fiberglass or give me death! Ahhhh...the smell of salt water and diesel fuel...I was in heaven. Then a quick walk through the dry dock work yard. I love Pt. Townsend.
On the way back to Gig Harbor we stopped at Port Ludlow. What a cool little spot. Although the village attached seems like it might be run by the Stepford gang. Getting a tad uppity. But I do like the marina. And the view of the Olympics is spectacular.
We came back to Gig Harbor and made tacos. I love this RV park! So does Simon. We live between Trout Road and Carp Drive. He's happy to poop on either.
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