The town is home to the Evergreen-Coho SKP park, which is the main reason why we are here instead of at Hudson Point up in Port Townsend. The park is quite nice and the infrastructure problems don't seem to be nearly as bad as you may have been led to believe. We are in a vacant share-holder site with 50 amp service and full hook ups and have not had any problems at all so far. Howard and Heart McQueen from Jojoba are here and have leased a lot, planning to make this their primary home base rather than Aguanga (although, given their history, that could change at any moment.) We met them the day we arrived and have shared a couple of meals with them. They took us to the local Elks fish fry which was interesting since I had never been in an Elks Lodge before. The food was good and the bar well stocked, which I guess are the main requirements for a lodge. A very gung-ho Elk gave us a tour and showed us the inner sanctum (but not the secret handshake). They seemed like a nice bunch. I would tell you the whole McQueen story but it's probably not my place to do so. They have a lot of big plans but they seem to be fairly... labile. Anyway, they'll probably be back to Jojoba before we will so if you are there you can ask when you see them.
|Boat riding low in the water|
|Residents of the lagoon|
We saw a few of these at Kah Tai. This is a Ruddy Duck. They were on the far side of the lagoon and could just be made out with our binoculars. The white cheeks, red backs and blue bills of the males make them easy to identify but at that distances we did not have any lens that would adequately capture one, so I stole this photo off the internet. The site it was on was in French, so if there was any copyright notice there I couldn't make it out (my french is only marginally better than my Swahili). After looking at herons and red wing blackbirds in Oregon and ducks here, Vicki has decided we are now officially "birders". Yeah, we'll see how much time she spends bird watching over the next 4 months.
|Wilson Point Light|
We drove along the north shore of the Olympic Peninsula visiting Sequim (pronounced "Squim") and Port Angeles (pronounced "Port Angeles") These were just kind of scouting trips. We mostly left the rest to do after the various relatives started arriving in a couple of days. We just hunkered down and awaited the onslaught.
|Port Angeles, at the foot of the Olympic Mountains|
|Container ship entering the sound (no, not the yellow one)|