Port Townsend

My delightful aunt and uncle, Fred and Linda, came to Port Townsend for reasons of their own, and since Port Townsend is a heck of a lot closer than Pembroke, Maine (where they live), we were very happy to pop over and meet them. It's just a ferry ride away. 

Port Townsend is a pretty sweet little spot. They had a big building boom in the railroad era that filled the place with lovely Victorian architecture; then that all dried up, and not much happened after that economically so the buildings are still there. 

Here we are enjoying the company of the family.

We stayed in a charming vacation rental home, with a living room and parlor and many bedrooms, all entertainingly furnished. Here are the boys indulging in screen time at the dining room table. 

We took walks around town to admire the old buildings; here is the courthouse.

But a lot of the attraction is the water's edge. The kids can dig in the sand for any amount of time.

Aaron loooves sand, loves it all over, cares not what crevices it might enter or how much of it he takes home in his hair; he just loves it. Jordan buried him thoroughly, to both of their delight.

Dale discovered a couple years ago that if you cut off the end of a kelp bulb, it makes a terrific trumpet.

One night we attended a crab feast. Aaron was a complete natural: he cheerfully accepted instructions from me, became a terrific little crab picker in no time at all, and declared the whole operation delicious and fun. Jordan absolutely hated it and had to be taken somewhere else to eat.