|Not much rain, but the river runs fast|
So when you leave from here to go to the downtown you go.... Squimming, of course.
Name aside, this is a fabulous place and has only about 17 inches of precipitation per year. That's practically desert, especially for the northwest.
A half-hour's drive way, on the other side of the mountains an average 170 inches of wet stuff is the norm.
I'll stick to squimming in Sequim.
We've been taking great walks here on a trail, seeing lots of wildlife. You don't have to go far however as the deer come into the yard every night, snacking on both the bushes and any birdseed I have been foolish enough to leave out.
|The nursery said the deer don't eat this bushes|
Adm. Fox also made a new friend today who really wanted to get out of her enclosure and continue the walk with us.
I have a bag of lettuce to give her on our next pass by.
|Another recruit for Zumba?|
Our time here visiting son Dustin is almost over and we are charting a course home to New York.
We have a few more adventures planned before that, including a sojourn to Canada Saturday - Victoria, Canada to be exact, an hour-and-a-half ferry ride across the straight.
We will join up with Bahia del Sol amiga Shania who has graciously agreed to squire us around the city.
Now if I can just find my passport...