It's officially been spring for about half an hour, but the wind blowing in off the bay doesn't feel terribly springlike. Still, I'm not complaining. I'm toasty warm and happy.
We set out on our road trip last Tuesday, but spent much of Wednesday with our travelling home, 'The Rattler', up in the air. Because it was a matter of warranty, at least it didn't cost anything but time.
Two days at Harrison Hot Springs made our shoulders go down, especially the lolling about in the mineral pools there.
Crossing the border was a bit of a nightmare, but once we were across, things were smooth sailing. The photo at the top of this page was taken at one of our stops, Deception Pass in Washington state. The bridge is apparently 270 feet above the water -- in other words, a very l o n g way down.
Highway 20 led us to the ferry that brought us to Port Townsend, where we're camped about 30 feet from the shore. The big moon last night (apparently the closest the moon has been to earth in 18 years) was a sight to behold, coming up over the bay, a ball of orange.
The sounds here are wonderful, especially for sleeping: waves lapping the beach, a bell-buoy out on the bay, and today, of course, those blustery gusts announcing the arrival of spring.