From our campground we could see the Point Wilson Lighthouse in the distance. Lighthouses always intrigue me, with a sense of romanticism about them. I once met a man who’d grown up in a lighthouse – the only child in his classroom, the only boy in his Boy Scout troop. Just imagine the number of books he could read, with no siblings to disrupt his quiet times!
The trees that reminded us of palm trees (when seen from our campsite), in reality were wind-sculpted fir trees:
The lighthouse itself was closed to tours, but still had that air of romance and isolation that so touches my soul:
While here, we saw a truck with a ‘Nash’ trailer logo on its window, and a license plate that reminded our brother- and sister-in-law of a fellow member of the Nash trailer forum. We struck up a conversation with these folks, and sure enough, they were ‘Jasmar’ from the forum. We had a great conversation about trailers and camping adventures, and later discovered he’d posted pictures of our units on the forum – he called us his new friends! We’ll be maintaining an on-line friendship through the forum, and maybe meet them again at the Nash rally (which we’ll miss because we have to be home before it happens).
We did some playing with our camera, and zoomed in to our campground across the water:
After the lighthouse, we did a driving tour of historic buildings in Port Townsend. Here are a few samples of the wonderful old buildings preserved here:
This bell tower can be seen from downtown – once was used to summon firemen:
This was our last afternoon in Port Townsend – from here were were to head south down the Olympic Peninsula toward Oregon – next stop, Astoria. Peg