Ah, Sequim, it has so much to offer and as I get beyond this mountain of paperwork, I’ll take part in more of it. Some of the local activities were going on while I was buying furniture, having someone put it together, and generally taking the time to get my act (and my apartment) together. I had forgotten how much time and energy it takes to deal with changing addresses, insurances, licenses, etc. I wasn’t able to do anything with it for a couple of months for various reasons so it stacked up and that didn’t help.
While I was doing that, Sequim was having their summer activities. They had the Juan du Fuca Festival, Old Time Picnic Auction Fundraiser, a NW Colonial Festival and one I’m still scratching my head over, Brunch in the Blooms. I have to admit, it sounds interesting. Friend Grace came over from Port Hadlock and we spent the afternoon driving to the various lavender farms for the Sequim Lavender Festival. That was fun. The lavender fields are beautiful and you can get most anything made from lavender including ice cream…yummy.
Usually the farms provided chairs to relax in and sometimes even shade but it was very pleasant weather anyway with a nice breeze. Some had refreshments for sale, tents set up with misc items, and a couple had entertainment. Everybody tries to get in on the Lavender Festival for tours, gifts, bakery goods, and one real estate lady advertises, “I speak Lavender!” Hmmm. At the Martha Lane Lavender Farm, they had a still set up to make lavender whiskey. Hmmm again. No, I didn’t have any (but it might have made the rest of the stops even more interesting!) He recalled that “the Feds” came by to check this out but figured he wasn’t making it in large quantities. (Shades of the Blue Ridge)
As I write this, I realized I missed an activity Sunday morning that I would have loved to take part in called, Hymn Sing by the Sea. It was at the George Washington Inn and Estate and I believe that is NW of Sequim but not very far. Along with some summer concerts right here in town, there are concerts held at a big barn winery west of town.
While there are many interesting restaurants, a couple stick in my mind, and I’ll get around to the rest over time. One is the “101 Diner.” It is a funky little place that propels you back to the 50s in a second with its décor and music. The food just happens to be good and reasonable, too.
The other one was the Black Bear Diner. I liked that as soon as I saw it and thought of my Landscape Architect daughter because of its outside gardens. They advertised a beef sandwich with gravy. While that is not exactly diet fare, it brought back many memories for me. Whenever my Dad and I ate out together, and that was rare, he always ordered a beef sandwich with gravy and it always had a dollop of mashed potatoes right in the middle of the two halves and under all that gravy. I ordered it. It was delicious. More importantly, I could almost see Daddy sitting right across from me. God Bless until next week.
At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”