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we ambled on about another quarter mile, then down
a precipitous path to a secret beach, where i
almost took a tumble of my own stepping on slick
exposed roots at water's edge but i flung my arms
out and braced between two tree trunks, narrowly
avoiding a faceplant. sarah's second time here, my
first, we both agreed it made a nice local
destination, a pocket of serenity. climbing out
was easier, surer footing going up as usual, then
we started back for home. on the way, we spoke
with a man walking his dog, a former crane
operator who'd had a hand in building some of the
houses in the area. "the hardest thing about it is
getting the truck down to the site." he lives in
Poulsbo, not too far away, but was here for the
weekend, staying in a waterfront air bnb. somehow
it didn't seem appropriate to mention the wreck. >>>
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