On our way to Seattle after several days in Port Angeles. Friends, fun, and Folk Life, here we come.

On our way in, had lunch with Tammy of Jackson St Books/Books on 7th in Hoquiam. We quaffed delicious Hoppy Bitch ale, and very tasty it was, too.

Now sporting a spiffy knit cap Tammy made, I’m feeling tres fashionable and will enjoy wearing it when I’m back home too.

It’s nice to be on the road to Seattle for the final leg of our vacation; the stop in Kalaloch was kind of a bust but another time we’ll stay somewhere else.

We kept seeing a cyclist on the road, first encountered at Lake Crescent. We stopped at Sol Duc for lunch yesterday – their deli was a complete dud – and when we got back on the road, the cyclist had gotten ahead. Saw him again after we stopped at one of the beaches, and again this morning; he stayed at Kalaloch too. It’s raining today so it can’t be too pleasant riding, hope he’s holed up somewhere dry and warm.

Our cabin last night was a sad comedy, couldn’t keep the fire going, and that was the one selling point the place had aside from the stunning view.