Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
This acorn face hangs next to the Oak Table Restaurant, one of the reliably good places to have breakfast in Sequim. In addition to standard breakfast fare they offer specialties like an apple pancake that looks more like a souffle, quiche, Swedish pancakes, and blintzes. Makes me hungry just writing about it.
It’s an uncommon treat to see Mount Baker as clearly as I did last week. Baker and the Cascade Mountains, east of Sequim, are frequently hidden in overcast or haze; Baker often seems to float in a blurred mist.
It seems as if all the splendid fall colors that I’ve seen have been out the car window, at a distance, when I’ve had somewhere to be. But there these were. So you get a view of them up close and personal.
These may not be totally kissed with color but they presented themselves and politely asked.
And when they’re done, down they come.
A hundred and one years ago last Sunday tens of thousands of women marched in Washington D.C. to demand the right to vote. This was the culmination of decades of effort. The 19th Amendment was first introduced to Congress in 1878 but it wasn’t ratified until 1920 and even then it was taken to the Supreme Court with claims that it was unconstitutionally adopted.
Equal rights. Equal pay. Equal power. What will these nasty women ask for next?
Happy Birthday, Hillary.
We’ve had a series of rain storms lately. At times like these the mountains are cloaked in clouds for days on end, wall-to-wall grey. It’s cause for celebration to see them again.
When they’ve emerged lately they’ve had fresh snowcaps. It looks like there’s enough that they’ll stay like this a while.
You know you’re headed in the right direction when you see this view. Seattle at your back, Bainbridge Island straight ahead…and the Olympic Mountains beyond.
A flawless day on Port Townsend Bay last summer.