Sequim is a funny-sounding little town where my aunt, uncle, three boy cousins, and one girl dog live. Taylor, the oldest cousin, is away at college in New York City, but we were in the essence of his presence because we slept in his room, which has black walls and a black ceiling with flourescent paint all over, multiple lava lamps, orange shag carpet, and rock and roll posters and paraphenalia throughout. You feel like you should pay admission just to walk in and have a look.
Connor and Dalton are still at home and in high school, and we delight in their perspectives about school, classmates, and Sequim. Whenever we're in town, we eat lots of delicious food since Dennis and Melody are fantastic in the kitchen, learn what makes a red wine good, go on walks through the neighborhood and the woods, play music, catch up on the boys' activities, and now that we have her, sit around trying to make Zoralee do tricks. This time was no exception.
me gathering the group as the
camera timer is going off
One day we visited the town of Port Townsend, with its quaint shops of various wares and one of the raddest used book stores I'd been to for awhile (where we found Storey's Guide to Raising Chickens, which we'd been yearning to own). I got to ride back to Sequim on the back of Dennis' motorcycle. It has been years since I've ridden - what a thrill! I sure thought more heavily about it this time 'round, with a baby in my life, but Dennis is very safe and steady, so I went for it.
And nobody even noticed Zoralee tucked into my coat.
A few people did notice, but I pretended she was a doll.
Kidding again. She rode in the car. See here?
Thanks for the wonderful stay, family!