|The Kraken's new parking space and my new live place.|
With the Kraken snug into his new home I set about the task of unpacking the inside and making a roomier more serviceable living space. I hooked up my little propane stove and it found its resting place on top of my cooler, freeing the table to act as a pantry/desk. It's workable and pleasant.
I was also delighted to fire up my incense censer and make it smell more like home. Note to self, a little goes a long way.
Coming from the Ozarks, the temperature change is perhaps the most challenging thing to get use to. I remember living in San Francisco and I was never warm, must the same is true when I lived and or visited southern California. It's the Pacific Ocean that must chill me. Port Townsend is quite chilly especially when the wind blows, even on warmer days, and the wind almost always blows.
I was introduced to the bike trail downtown today. It was fun with great views. It was certainly different from the bike trails in Fayetteville but it was very pleasant and I suspect has some benefits over the paved, lighted bike trails in Faytown. Perhaps there will be fewer pedestrians on these trails and most assuredly there will be few people pushing double strollers.
The bike trail as it runs towards downtown goes by the boatyards. This in an of itself was worth the tip. It was a great delight to look at all the different boats, watch the sailboats, and catch a glimpse of a ferry or too as they come and went.
The sun finally came out to play and the day warmed up a bit though I still wore a jacket I brought with me, just in case. I explored downtown with a great tour guide who happens to be a dear friend. I found Port Townsend to be quite charming.
I've always said Eureka Springs Arkansas, a similar little Victorian town I've written about on this blog, would be perfect if it were near the water and the climate was a bit less extreme in terms of heat and cold. Port Townsend is indeed that kind of place. It has a similar charm as Eureka but much friendlier weather and then there's the water, big water!
Who says there's no free lunch? Obviously that person has not been to the Boiler Room in downtown Port Townsend! The Boiler Room is a not-for-profit which has been offering free meals daily for around twenty years, give or take a day. As a result, a lot of folks who may one eat that one meal a day have at least that to look forward to. They also have a small pantry of free food, necessities, and books. (A necessity if you ask me.)
As a result of their generosity, I had a delicious bowl of vegetable soup and a yummy roll to go with it. I want to explore this place a little more and who knows, maybe I'll do some volunteer work there. I'm impressed with their operation so far.
All in all my first day in Port Townsend was delightful and at times magical. I think I this will quickly become one of my favorite places. It seems like a place that's easy to love.