In that city, we drove onto a ferry we've never taken before and enjoyed a ride that would have been quite scenic were it not for the marine fog hugging the water. . . Driving off the ferry, we headed down the Olympic Peninsula, another first, surprisingly, for both of us -- a beautiful drive through rural, seaside, and forested landscapes where the tourists and summer vacationers were taking advantage of the last weeks of warm, sunny weather. I suspect it all becomes much greyer and much quieter as the leaves and the rains begin to fall. . .
Stopped at a Roadhouse on the way down, tummies grumbling by 1:30, and the place looked promising. He ordered a burger, and I liked the sound of a basket of oysters and baked fries. We sat patiently enough at first, chatting about the drive, about the last days' visits. By quarter to, we were a bit restless, but still inclined to wait, but when twenty-five minutes had passed, it seemed like a good idea to check on our order. "Oh yeah, it's coming," said the cheery, if flip, young serve. "But those oysters take a while to cook." uh-oh. . . .
But since Sunday evening, we've been in Portland, Oregon, where I can assure you there is much good food. During the day, he has meetings, and I'm revelling in the quiet of the hotel room. Knitting, reading, thinking, writing. Fitting in some workouts in the gym. Doing a bit of shopping. Wandering with my camera. And I even met an Instagram friend for coffee this morning -- such a good chat we had about creativity and the beauty of grey hair and life after, well, after a certain age.
And so far, we've had great meals each evening -- a week of date nights. He's back in an hour or so, and we'll stroll back to the restaurant that delighted us on Sunday evening -- a few menu items we still need to check out. I just wanted to wave a hello to you first. I'm hoping to resume regular blogging next week, although I may be making a few adjustments to the schedule. This Friday, though, I'm going to post a teaser for the Garden Visit we'll be making together on Monday. This garden comes with a great story, a battle of good against evil (I might be exaggerating, but just a wee bit. You'll see ;-)