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not
only is the grass always greener on the other
side, but the clams
are much bigger. for our whole time in
tahuya, we have mythologized hoodsport, for tho'
it is within sight we have never ventured there
and it remained elusive as brigadoon,
legendary as shangri-la,
so close but yet so fjord, its tantalizing promise
of shopping and restaurants separated from us by a
mere 1.74 miles of temperemental
tidal inlet. it's doable, but timing it right is
crucial. we've talked of rowing, paddling, or even
swimming across, but we've never gotten up the
nerve or ambition to try. but today we finally
went there, albeit by road, an hour drive only to
blow right through on the first leg of an
all-day loop. we cruised up 101 along wooded shore,
diverted to rocky
brook falls, wound up and down olympic
peninsula valleys dotted with picture perfect
farms, ate a late lunch on port townsend waterfront, then
crossed hood canal bridge with a detour to port
gamble, where sarah's
parents got a candid glimpse of our
scavenger lifestyle. hoped for raw oysters
in bremerton but too early in season; proceeded
home.
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