A cool misty kiss.

The weather here is cold and rainy (a welcome relief from the 105 of Surprise), but the welcome reception here upon our return has been as warm as a mother's breast.

1,474 miles and seven days since we left the 105 degree heat of the desert, some say it is a dry heat but then so is your oven and I am not climbing in one anytime soon. We are at last here in our wonderful Western Washington weather, 50 degrees and raining, yes it is a wet cool, and unlike the oven I can simply put on a few more clothes to be somewhat less miserable. We are actually enjoying the rain, something rare back in Arizona, we are also getting our green fix; we love it here!

The Olympic peninsula, where the ocean meets the forest, and Japanese trinkets float ashore; they are really pretty at night, bobbing up and down, all aglow with radiation. Actually they have reached Sitka Alaska; hopefully we will not get any this far south.

We have signed up to be weekend managers here in Chimacum, Washington, at the Escapees Evergreen Coho RV Park for five months, which at our age is a fairly long time. We loved doing it last year for six weeks and we have to be somewhere doing something, right?

We are sad that we have missed the World famous tulip season by less than a week, poor planning on our part. Fruit trees are blooming in abundance and popping with color against the green of everything else and the rhododendrons are ready to light a fire of color thru out. This area was called the blue hole by sailors of old, for the opening in the clouds; we are dryer than the rest of Western Washington (or less wet).