After playing it free and loose on Day 2 and being bitten in the ass, I'm up and ready to get going on Day 3. But first a brief recap of yesterday's events. It was a long long day, but I always knew the first day would be relatively long being as there weren't many places to stop for the night along the way. And there were even fewer places to stop than I'd anticipated... did you know lots of people like going to the beach on Labor Day weekend?
While strolling through the Pulsbo Waterfront & Marina park enjoying the view of the boats and the mountains across Liberty Bay I spid a little girl munching on what looked like the bottom half of a gingerbread man... but a DONUT gingerbread man. I knew immediately that I must have one, so a quick Yelp! search for bakeries and I was soon at Sluy's Poulsbo Bakery. I asked for one of the gingerbread donut men and the guy with the beard net say, "Ah, a Doughboy. Maple or glazed?" I went glazed, and a few minutes later I was biting the head off my very own. Note: Any baked good with a head you should always start with the head. Otherwise you have to listen to them scream while eating them. Same holds true with animal crackers. See below for an example on the proper way to start, before and after the first bite.
Keeping An Eye On Canada
Next up was the quaint old downtown of Port Townsend, named after famed rock guitarist Pete Townsend who was born here when the town was founded in 1891. While there I thought it was Canada that could be seen across the water, which was good. Somebody needs to keep an eye on those tricky Canadians Sarah Palin style. Checking a map now though I see I had my directions wrong and it was just more Washington across the water. So who's watching Canada? For future reference the term "quaint" when used to describe a touristy town means "lots of little shops."
Follow Your Nose, It Always Knows
A wise philosopher once said "Follow your nose, it always knows." While I don't recall who he was (Confucius I think. Or maybe it was Plato) they couldn't have been more right. I was thinking seafood for lunch as I drove through Port Angeles. Dungeness crab based on the signs I'd been seeing. Until I drove by the Blue Flame BBQ and the smell forced me to turn around and go back. The same thing happened to me once in Kentucky years ago while roadtripping to Atlanta (because I'd never been to Atlanta prior to that trip so I up and drove there). You expect to find an open cinder block pit BBQ joint in the south. You don't really expect to find one in Washington. Delicious ribs served to me by a young woman who takes her craft VERY seriously. She definitely took pride in her meat and loved sharing it with customers. I've added Blue Flame BBQ to my "must visit" list if ever I'm in the area again. Which probably isn't likely... I'll have to find out if they can FedEx ribs... there were some Bleu Cheese ribs that sounded intriguing but weren't going to be ready for several more hours when I was there.
Rockin' Ruby Beach
I would like to thank the slow driving jackass that forced me to turn off onto Ruby Beach. Had they not been going 10 or so miles an hour below the speed limit on a twisty impossible-to-pass-anyone stretch of Highway 101 I likely wouldn't have stopped here. I only pulled off to get out from behind them by killing 10 or so minutes looking at a pretty beach. Well, 10 or so minutes turned into about an hour and a half of walking along Ruby Beach, taking tons of photos of the big rocks and shoreline. Absolutely gorgeous. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I'll just let the photos speak for themselves. And once again, thanks you slow diving jackass!
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