A couple of days ago, it was my birthday. I mention this because it was probably one of the best birthdays I have had in a while. No, no super amazing presents that top all the rest, ever, no party with friends and family, no brand new car that is all mine in the driveway. 😉
Monday morning, the day of my birthday, I slowly walked into the morning, as I usually do, no real plan. I was looking around at different things on the internet, Facebook, etc., when I remembered this one post on Facebook, an article on the top 5 or so beaches in Washington State to help ease the Summer. I had looked up the beaches a few days earlier, just sort of pre-planning some activities to do over the Summer, time permitting, to help me feel like I’m not just a worker bee. Besides, there are so many places and things that I haven’t seen in Washington State, even after living here for 26 years.
Anyway, I pulled up the article, again, and reviewed the listed beaches. One of them stuck out: Dungeness Spit in Sequim. I immediately decided that I was going to make going to Sequim my birthday celebration.
But I have responsibilities: I had common areas to clean at two complexes. One of the complexes, I only clean over other month on the first Monday of the month. Its super easy and quick; no big deal. The other is my normal, every week common area clean. I tend to stretch this one out over a couple of days during the week, shuffling it in around other things. After telling Lance my plans and asking him if he would like to go with me, we decided that we would go clean the every other month common area then head out toward Sequim. We took the Prius.
It was a gorgeous day – sunny, warm – and we drove with the windows down the entire 112 miles and I absolutely loved it. I missed a lot of really great photos along the way since I was driving. Sure, I could have just pulled over, gotten out, and taken the photos, but I was feeling a little pressed for time since we had headed out a little later than would have been optimal for this trip.
One photo I really wish I had gotten was as you turn off of HWY 3 onto the Hood Canal Bridge (HWY 104). The second you make it past the shore trees, onto the bridge, and look to your left, the view is enough to take your breath away. The shoulder on the bridge is
adequate to pull over into, but just barely and I didn’t feel like taking the risk of trying to get out of the car there, especially since I was on the driver’s side/traffic side of the car. I’m thinking I am going to have to go back up and brave it, though, since I can’t get the image out of my head and the feelings of disappointment at not capturing it is lingering with me.
The one detour we did take was to Port Townsend. We were only 13 miles away from it at one point and, since our last name is Townsend, it seemed like we just had to stop.When we reached Port Townsend, we got out, took a selfie with the town sign, then continued on to Sequim. I’ll tour Port Townsend another day.
The temp at Dungeness Spit was about 15 degrees cooler than everywhere else, and windy. Lance does really bad in cool winds. He was out of the car for only a few minutes before heading back to its safety. I had to at least get my feet in the water. I wasn’t that cold and could have done some walking up the beach but…well, I didn’t.
After the beach, we headed into Sequim proper to find some food. Other than fast food, everything else seemed too expensive. I had seem a little cafe, the Snug Harbor Cafe, on our way, not too far from Sequim, so we headed that way. The food was ok. We both had halibut and chips, which was pretty good.
The drive home was relaxing, and beautiful, of course. We got home around 6, which was perfect, in my mind. Time to call it a day, no responsibilities left in the day other than feeding the dogs. We watched a little tv and called it a day.
So, yeah, it was a pretty perfect day.