Saturday, September 20, 2014



A few weeks ago my family and I decided that it was time!  We’d lived in Sequim for nearly a year, gazed across the water at the light blinking in the distance, walked along the first mile of the Dungeness Spit, but never had the courage to go the distance.

With pedometer on my belt, hiking boots on my feet, backpack full of lunch, snacks and water on my back, we set out.  My spouse is the photographer in the group, so he hiked with his “large” photo pack, full of lenses, filters, batteries, water, rain gear, first aid kit, etc. (he likes to be prepared), while my grandson went pack-less so he could move more easily, since moving is everything to him.  My daughter went with her essentials – mainly sunscreen, a sun hat, sun glasses, and a sun shirt since she’s pretty allergic when overexposed.

It seemed so far away, but the distance melted away as we discovered the many interesting things to be found on the spit.

First up was the wonderful rock cairns scattered everywhere in one section of the beach.  We could have lost a lot of time there, since the grandson wanted to build and rebuild each one. 

He settled for the discovery of a Canadian flag washed up on the beach, with which he roused the seagulls from their lethargy.

The discovery of a huge barnacle was worthy of a few minutes of photography to my husband.

For my daughter and me, the randomness and beauty of the driftwood caused us to stop often just to explore.

When we arrived at the light, we enjoyed a tour, ate lunch on the lovely green lawn, and contemplated the 6 ½ mile hike back to our car. 

The end result of our adventure was a vow to return as lighthouse keepers for a week.  What better way to experience the ocean than being a part of this time-honored tradition?  As the sign says:  “”Welcome to Serenity.”

COWS - Just off the Road

There was once a young farm girl who had a favorite heifer named Tiny.  She loved her, bathed her, showed her, won ribbons with her, and generally spent most of her spare time… with a cow!

Not a bad thing really, but life has changed for me.  It’s been years since I milked a cow, cleaned a stable, drove a tractor and hay baler.  Fortunately when I take my daily walk, I’m blessed to see all types of cows.  There are baby ones, shaggy ones, pretty ones, scary ones, sleek ones.

Who knew that a community this size would have pastures right in the middle of town?  It’s one of the things I love about Sequim.  Its diversity blesses me every day.

Monday, September 15, 2014

HAY - Just off the Road

Hay can be beautiful!  I remember thinking (when I was a young girl), that it would be a good idea for someone to make HAY perfume.  The smell of fresh-cut grass was so appealing to me then, just as it is now.

As I drive around Sequim, I notice that there is a beautiful geometry to be found in hay.  The rows contain symmetry, the stacks of hay bales are impressive, the straightness of the lines made by the mower indicate the quality of the farmer.  At least that was an indicator when I was growing up in Pennsylvania. We had some rather strange ways of rating farmers back then… Was their barn painted?  Were their corn rows straight?  Did they get more than four cuttings of hay in a season?  Were their cows clean and pretty?

By my indicators, the farmers around here are doing pretty well.  My dad would be impressed.