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0 for 2

I’ve shown you this Camperdown elm tree in Port Gamble, above, twice before, in winter and last summer. Since the trees around here are starting to show nice autumn colors I thought last week would be a good time to revisit this fascinating tree to see it in fall splendor. As you can see, I struck out.

It wasn’t as if I completely misjudged Autumn’s progress. This tree was strutting its stuff a couple of blocks away. Not bad, but not the Camperdown elm. But we had a second excuse to go to Pt. Gamble: Mike’s Four Star BBQ. We’ve been without barbecue since Jeremiah’s in Sequim closed some months ago. And occasionally barbecue is just the ticket. Mike’s had some good reviews online. So, no autumn Camperdown elm? Okay. I can live with that. Let’s go to lunch.

The sign on Mike’s door said something about being closed for personal reasons. I hope it was nothing serious…but there went the barbecue dreams. I had a chocolate chip cookie and coffee to keep from chewing the car upholstery on the way back home. 0 for 2. I don’t know if I’ll get back to Port Gamble this fall for another shot at the tree. The scene above was near the elm and showed the misty mood of the day.

Another mountain mood

Just before sunset the mountains lose definition and become silhouettes against a darkening sky.

What the horse probably said

“Looking at me? Cool! Got carrots? Apples?”

“Hmmph!” or horse equivalent of something otherwise censored.

Oh…(more) deer

We’ve seen a lot of deer lately. These two were hanging so close and were so similar in size I wondered if they were siblings.

They moved in unison, too.

Beach combing

I wonder how much longer we’ll be able to do this, wander down a long, deserted beach and idly search for a perfect shell or polished stone or piece of glass. If the weather this past weekend is any indication, summer’s called it quits here.

Lyre River

As we drove west from Joyce last weekend we followed a sign off Highway 112 to the Lyre River Campground. It’s a tiny spot; there probably are no more than six campsites. But it’s a lovely wooded and remote location on the river.

The Lyre River originates to the south at Lake Crescent and is just slightly more than five miles in length. It empties into the Strait of Juan de Fuca to the north.

Welcome to Joyce

A westerly drive last Sunday took us through the small town of Joyce. I don’t know much about Joyce except that it has a summer blackberry festival that sounds like pie lover’s heaven. As we drove into town we first noticed the sign above.

Then we came to Itsa Creek.

Finally, we passed Uptha Creek.

The creek signs have layers of paint on closer inspection. I’m not sure who put them there but they brightened my day.