|Nisqually Glacier behind me|
|Skiers and snowboarders hike up the trail and then whiz down|
|Port Townsend ferry|
|Point Wilson Lighthouse, where my mother's love of lighthouses was sparked (she could see it from her bedroom window)|
|Officer's Quarters, Fort Warden|
|Salish Sea, Fort Warden. I have photographs my mother took from this very spot of my father's ship sailing to Korea|
|On a walking tour of historic Port Townsend, I discovered the garage where my mother worked in the early 1950s|
|Whiskey Creek Beach|
|We ate a LOT of fresh seafood|
|Earthquake and tsunami evacuation signs were everywhere, and put life in perspective. We were at site 22 in this particular campground|
|Fort Crook Museum|
|The historic stone buildings at Lassen Volcanic National Park captivated me|
|The Dixie Fire|
Now we have been home almost a month, where we are forced to hunker down many days indoors because of the heat and poor air quality, and Jim bemoans that the tomato crop is substandard, likely because of the drought and heat and smoke. On the bright side, the Blue Muffin Viburnum I gave up for dead this spring and cut back to the ground has revived.
On a dark note, yesterday a lawn company was spraying the next-door neighbor's grass and the drift coated my front yard hostas. As soon as I discovered this, I sprayed all the plants down and then ran the sprinklers. I was heartsick and incandescent, but remain hopeful that the damage was minimal. What next?