I am not so naive as to think my love affair with Port Townsend wasn’t tinted through sky-blue glasses.  The weather was nothing short of perfect by my standards.  Waking up to chilly mornings under the down comforter, looking out across the Sound blanketed in a soft, willowy layer of fog.  Long before the alarm starts to shriek, I am awakened by the haunting sound of laughing gulls echoing across the Point.   Continue reading →