And that would be tonight.

I meant to post this early in the evening, but I’ve been having little luck with the internet here where I’m staying in Forks, Washington. I’m posting in the middle of the night, so this Blue Moon post will be obsolete when you read it.

I feel like I’ve gotten behind here. But then I thought, how can I be behind? This is not a job or a business or some kind of requirement. It’s just me, saying what I want to say, when I want to say it (as long as the Internet cooperates), so I can’t really be behind.

I can relax about that.

I can ‘be here now’.

So here and now in Forks, I’m celebrating one year of retirement with a Blue Moon.
Forks is in the midst of the rain forests on the Olympic Peninsula, so you would think it would be cloudy…gray…cool. Rainy even.

Not.

I’ve been here for two days and have seen nary a cloud, and it hit 90 degrees both days. This is the hottest, driest year they can remember in these parts. Still, it is the greenest, most lush place I’ve seen in a long time, despite drought. Friday we head for the coast to beat the heat. We visit Cape Flattery on the very northwest corner of the state. There the fog rolls in and out and the temperature is between 55 and 65. Joy, Shiloh and I, coast dwellers that we have been, prefer that temperature range to the 90 degree range.

We walk the Cape Flattery Trail, through trees and ferns and blankets of greenery, till we reach the dramatic views where rock and tree meet sea. It’s a beautiful convergence with sparkling, crashing waves below towering rocks covered with further towering trees. I take a few pictures but can’t share them due to the iffy Internet.

Joy and Shiloh arent interested in the views. I’m sure they think we were there for the sole purpose of greeting the other folks who are walking the trail. As we approach view areas I’m sure that they are thinking the people already there are just waiting for a warm, wiggly, welcome. Since we are often walking on narrow, slatted walkways I have my hands full at times. I forego the walkway to view the lighthouse though…just too many people coming and going to deal with the joyous greetings in that precarious setting.

When we get back to Forks in the late afternoon it’s still hot so we relax with the air conditioning in Wandering Spirit. The dogs sleep. I read and sip wine. Sorry but yes, I’m reading “Twilight”. And I’m not reading it for the first time! Silly me. ☺️