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The Rain Came Down

Yesterday I sat at the kitchen table writing thank-you cards and Barry announced that he was going kayaking. I thought this was a fantastic idea – as being on the water is something that Barry loves.

After he drove away with the huge kayak mounted on our tiny red car, I continued to write. A few minutes later I realized that it had started to rain so hard that it sounded like we have a tin roof on our house.

The rain was coming down with such force it reminded me of David Shannon’s book The Rain Came Down, a favorite of mine. I decided to grab my camera and take a few pictures of this down pour, but slowly realized that capturing the rain is like capturing the wind…

As the rain turned to hail I wondered if Barry would be returning, since he left slathered in sunscreen hoping for the sun to stay. Alas, he endured the hail, rain and partial sun only to return with a smile affixed on his face.

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24 Hours Away

We found ourselves spending the night away from home on our last mini-vacation (we think) before we add another to the HB Tribe. Aside from the scattered showers, it was a delight to be together roaming the streets of Port Townsend and Port Angeles.

We discovered a State Park we’d never been to and added it to our list of places to return – perhaps with a tiny babe in our arms.

Sadly, my camera did not accompany us to Cock – a – Doodle Donuts, but if you ever are driving through Port Angeles (and I know you are) stop there to get your fill.

Also, my camera didn’t get to document the hilarity of people that were staying at our hotel. There were three distinct groups of people: a wedding party, teenage basketball players (multiple teams) or mountain bikers (apparently there is such thing as mountain bike tournaments). It was a trifecta of oddness, but very entertaining for us. It gave us something to do while we ate our donuts.