Oak Harbor....

......Washington, a ferry ride from Port Townsend,
in Oak Harbor we can see Ol' Larrys friend;
he's known Gene and Dot for fifty years of so,
and while we're on the island, we'll stop and say hello.

There's a Naval Air Station here on Whidbey Island,
and Ol' Larry flew in here a lot, one night cold and...
...while adding oil, no pre-heat so four gallons took...
...40 minutes or more to get a load of that cold gook.

Top:  A Washington State Ferry

Bottom: Sunset at Deception Pass

Port Townsend....

....Washington, a victorian seaport and jumping off place,
from here the ferry will take us to enter the race,
of the coming and going that these folks do every day;
of course for us it's a much different way.

The ships and ferries go slowly by,
do you think the lighthouses catch their eye?
These lights have shone on the waters for years,
but the fog horns go off, and you cover your ears.

Top: Port Townsend Light
Middle: Fort Wilson Light
Bottom: Goodnight in Port Townsend

Port Angeles....

....Washington, where the Straits of Juan de Fuca grew,
and the Olympia Mountains frame the view;
a self-named "rural city" plays host to a few,
it's old by time standards, but I swear it's new!

Ol' Larrys ship, the Hornet, came through the strait,
it was rough water he remembers, if he got it straight,
when ships go to Seattle or many other places,
this is the entrance and it sees a lot of faces.

Top: Straits of Juan de Fuca
Middle: Hurrican Ridge seen from a city park.
Bottom: Port Angeles sunset.

Forks....

....Washington, home of "Twilight" about the vampire,
all I hopin' is - there ain't any fire!
Fishing is the big thing here, they deliver,
in two hundred miles along the river.

Close to the Hoh Rain Forest and the National Park,
we just stopped by here on a lark;
it's just as beautiful as what we've already seen,
this trip has turned into a real dream.

Top:  Twilight view
Middle: Forks used to be lumber capital
Bottom: Along the beach, don't jump!

Kalaloch.....

.....Washington, Olympic National Park, oh my

what a wonderful treat for any eye;

mountains, rain forest, mile of sea shore,

keep people wanting - to come back for more.

It's a huge treat to visit this place,

who'd ever have thunk it, in our human race,

the eye of this beholder see beauty,

nature here has sure done her duty.

Top:  Winter
Middle: Summer
Bottom: Spring

Ocean Shores....

....Washington, home of Bill Smith,
a friend of Ol' Larry who will tell a story now.

It was just about this time of year, maybe fifty years ago, or who knows when,
that Bill and I went to see Bing Crosbys' Holiday Inn;
then we went into a bar for some Christmas cheer,
how were we to know, we'd drink a lot of beer.

So we started singing the White Christmas song,
and I guess we intended to sing it all night long,
we sang so much the bartender didn't want to hear,
simply put, they threw us out, and wouldn't sell us beer.

Top:  Nice Owl, photo from Cities web site.
Middle: Look out to sea.
Bottom: Red Sunset (but, no sails)

Astoria….

….Oregon where the Columbia River meets the sea.

Oh my goodness! What a wonderful place to be.
So much here to do and see, and there isn't time to go back and forth;
all of it is so very nice, oh, by the way, what about Waldorf?

Tomorrow we leave, across one of the bridges,
headed to Washington State, home of big ridges;
much looking forward to that great state,
now we'll see just how they rate. (right up there!)

Top:  The Megler Bridge
Middle: City seen from the park.
Bottom:  U S Coast Guard Air Station, Astoria, nice station.

Exit Oregon