Through the “kindness of strangers,” who I now consider great friends, I am driveway surfing in Sequim, just 3 blocks from Dungeness Bay. I mentioned to my Winnie friends, Scott and Jan from Eugene that I really wanted to visit the lavender festival. After all, Sequim is “The Lavender Capital of our Nation.” But I was late in making my reservations, and all the campgrounds were full for the weekend. Continue reading
Light at the End of “The Spit”
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