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~ David Wagner
, author of Life as a Daymaker; how to change the world by making someone's day ~

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Friday, November 8, 2013

P is for Port Townsend

I’ve loved Port Townsend, Washington, a little town on the Olympic Peninsula northwest of Seattle, since the 1990s. That was when I rode my motorcycle, Big Red, up there and visited my friend Brick.  His family was a mainstay of Port Townsend. All the kids were raised there, and city park was named after one of Brick’s brothers. Brick and his remaining siblings met each morning for breakfast at the Port Townsend Café.  The waitress bantered with them just as if she were a member of the family.

My second time in Port Townsend was with Judy. We had come to see Brick, but stayed at a quaint historic hotel downtown. Brick showed us the hot spots around town, including a cafe that boasted the best pie ever -- and lived up to it.
I remember that with our hotel room we received vouchers for breakfast at a nearby bakery. The first day we popped into the bakery, the young woman behind the counter was a bit surly. I tried to have a conversation with her, but she gave me only terse one-word responses, and no eye contact. On day two, I started right out with a cheery "Good morning!" and praise for the baked goods. She gave a little that day, stretching her conversation to a few words. Our third and last morning, I resumed my cheerful, chatty demeanor, and this time I got a smile out of her. Observing all this exchange, when we left the premises, Judy grinned and said “Well, you got her to smile, just what you wanted.” Yep, it sure was.

Among Port Townsend’s attractions are excursions to the San Juan Islands for whale watching. Late June and early July is time to catch sight of orcas, so one day we hopped on a boat that was going to Friday Harbor. Out at sea, on the deck of the bow, we clutched blankets around us not wanting to go inside and possibly miss an orca sighting. It was well worth braving the cold breeze and the shivering.

Port Townsend would be a destination again in September of 2000. Judy and I rode two-up on Big Red when on the way to Vancouver Island with our friends, Trudy and Sylvia. We’d decided we’d stay in hostels wherever we could. Overlooking the Strait of Juan de Fuca, the hostel at Fort Worden in Port Townsend provided comfort, history, and a short walk to the cliffs all for a reasonable price. It was the perfect gateway for the rest of our trip.

There’s a nostalgia for me about Port Townsend. Memories of good friends and good times and the experience of seeing my first orcas warm my heart.


  1. Port Townsend sounds like a wonderful place to visit. The top picture with the snow capped mountains is spectacular. I'm so happy you got to see your Orcas. I was in Santa Cruz one year and someone pointed out the dorsal fin of a migrating whale passing by. Although we weren't close, the sight of such a large sea creature was unforgettable.

    1. Thanks, Joan. Yes, the beauty and the size were amazing. xoA

  2. My sister married a man from Sequim, WA nearby. She loved to visit there, but missed California. He felt like a duck out of water in California...your mention of the great pie reminded me of a fictional town called "Twin Peaks" and a detective who get enough of a "good slice of pie." (Kyle MacLaughlin)