Port Townsend

Our morning started with breakfast delivered to our door in a picnic hamper. After Watching the news and drinking endless cups of coffee we happened upon a very lazy plan for the day - residing in Port Townsend to rediscover both our sanity, and our body parts. It was time to pause the transience of the trip.

Port Townsend is a Victorian seaport and arts community. It is the oldest town on the Olympic Peninsula and competed with Seattle for supremacy in Puget Sound trade until the 1890 cancellation of a rail link with Portland stopped this. Because of it's history there are large clapboard houses on every street - some very grand and frequently having housed famous dignitaries.

All day we have ambled around, from historic house to Presbyterian church and coffee shop. The following photos are a random but accurate stream of our day.

Multicoloured fire hydrant:

Cool house nestling at the top of a big hill:

A very big tree and a very hairy paddy:

Not sure what to say, the white markings on the side were bones, and the red on the front fake blood - I didn't want to get too close:
Theatre house:

This one is for Guy and Claire - a Volvo Amazon:

The deers are obviously very tame here, as this was the third one we came across:

A mailbox:

A Pooch Cafe - I guess it does what it says on the tin:

Having rested for today we will head off to Bremerton tomorrow, catching a ferry over to Seattle where we will have another couple days of rest.