Last night we spent at a casino parking lot near Sequim. It was free and that is my favorite kind of place to stay. We are self contained so if we are careful we can go about three days before we need to dump bad stuff and fill up again with good stuff. The new battery you read about back a few blogs is working great. We can run the furnace and my sleep mask and some lights and by morning we still have more than half the capacity left.
We woke to sunshine and a cool breeze this morning which caused me to remember a little tidbit that My friend Bill once told me about Sequim. Besides the odd spelling of the name, Sequim has a climate which is unlike other places in this area. It is unique because it is in the “rain shadow” of the Olympic mountains, making it a micro-climate that is drier and sunnier than the remainder of the Olympic Peninsula.
We back-tracked a bit today and visited a few places we thought would be interesting. To get to the first place we had to go back across another very long bridge which crosses the Hood Canal. The Hood Canal is a body of water to the west of the Puget Sound. It is much narrower than the sound but appears to be at least as long. The bridge is a draw bridge in the center but rises at both ends so it is high enough for smaller craft. I have not had time to read the history of the bridge or the area, but I may do that later. Anyway we crossed that bridge to get to a town called Port Gamble. Port Gamble is a very small village with a unique claim to fame. It was established in 1853 as a mill town. The mill closed in 1995, but even so is the oldest continuously operating mill in North America. There is a general store which doubles as a sea creature museum, see photo. There is a fire station which seems to have been converted into a post office and other business offices. There are also a number of historical houses which have been converted into shops and a tea house/bistro. We spent a fun hour there.
Then back across the bridge again heading for Port Townsend. Port Townsend is a bit larger and at least as historical judging from some of the architecture. Lucy and I have visited Port Townsend before and walked the main streets looking at the myriad shops and quaint restaurants, so we just walked a short way up the street to a little restaurant we had not seen before.
The restaurant was called Owl Spirit Cafe. I had half a Reuben and a cup of chicken vegetable soup. The sandwich was the best Reuben I have had in recent memory and the soup was full of large pieces of carrot, zucchini, celery, and potatoes in a spicy basil broth that my Mama would have written home about. Lucy had a half tuna melt and a cup of vegetarian chili that she also raved about.
The inside of the restaurant was decorated with some local art as well as a wall mural of an owl. (see photos). As we entered the small dining room, the owner/operator was at the counter talking to an older gentleman. From the little I could hear he seemed to be telling stories from ancient Rome and Athens. As we perused the menu, others began to arrive and from bits and snatches of conversation I think they were locals. We also surmised, again from our eavesdropping, that the owner was Hungarian. After a few minutes the older gentleman made his departure and said to the proprietor, “you’re getting busy now. let’s continue this story where you left off tomorrow.”
We took a short walk and back to the van for the drive back to Sequim and the casino parking lot. Another night of free parking. So if you are counting, we have been on the road now for 4 nights and have yet to pay for an RV slot. Tomorrow night we will have to pay. There are no casinos or Walmarts or Harvest Host wineries near Forks or LaPush. Keep watching the blog for a description of this Harvest Host Club. For now I need to sign off.