Wednesday, September 30, 2009


One can find more quality musicianship on any given day, whether along the shoreline of the Straits of Juan de Fuca, the public street corners, underground above ground, Farmer's market, boatyards, small dives, intimate clubs, performing art centers and restaurants than on iTunes. The piano player in the photo at the AJAXS CAFE played sweet classical melodies weaving Neil Young acoustic tunes (instrumentals) into a 6 song suite during dinner.

PIC W/ FIDDLE: Rockin at Boatyard Betty's
Patty and Wayne wondering: WHERE IS IT?
Music at the Farmer's market
2ND FROM BOTTOM: Hard Core classic regga
LAST PIC: One man band.

Monday, September 28, 2009


The girls from Boatyard Betty's. This may end up being part two of four. We are now in Northern Oregon with a solid 8 ft ground swell out front of our campsite.
View from the Farmer's market
My buddy Wayne Faulkner, Patty and Waynards VW camper.
Downtown Film Festival.
Midnight below the town.

There is a staircase which leads down below the town into an underground row of Pastry and coffee shops.(3rd&5th pics up from bottom) It's just bizzarro when you get down there and folks are listening to live music (of's everywhere) social scene is small and very mellow.
Looking out over the beginning of downtown and the Strait of Juan de Fuca.(2nd pic from bottom)
These folks are not in costume.(last pic) Not that they wake up each and every morning and slip into these clothes but on weekends in summer there is always festivities one one kind or another and then this becomes the norm.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


There is so much going on with this unique community. It will take 3 or more blogs to describe it and post all the photos. So much music..everywhere. My best and oldest friend Wayne spent 4 days showing Patty and I all the nooks and crannies together with a running verbal / tour of this indescribable, beautiful, eclectic town. I've never witnessed anywhere like it. There is no place like Port Townsend, Washington.

A working drive-in movie theater.

Harp player in one of so many music venues.. A vendor at the twice weekly Farmers Market.

Bergstrum's Garage. A working auto garage that, over many years and not necessary by choice, evolved into a exhibition / history of the automobile.
The Courthouse

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


The Friendly City. Photo of a photo in the underground city museum. The photo shop on Patty's new Mac book is all new to me. If the vertical shoots don't come full length please click on them for the proper perspective. Seattle is a bit of Venice Beach, San Francisco and L.A. combined making it a interesting city to visit .... The place is ONE OF A KIND!

A Boy and His Doll. And I thought Venice Beach was a Trip!
UnderGround City Art Work

2 and 4 Legged All Allowed on The Bus

Pikes Place / Industrial Art / Afternoon Siesta / Space Needle / A Good Day Free of Charge / Girl Posing for Another Camera / Street Musicians.

Monday, September 21, 2009


Our dad must have lost all his marbles.....he drove inland. We are at a truck stop in about the middle of Oregon and halfway up the state heading to Washington. He is regretting the INLAND choice and keeps muttering to himself to make up for his stupidity vowing to take the slowest most picturesque coastal route back from British Columbia or Port Townsend, Washington. The trip along the northern end of California(Ft Bragg to Humbolt to Crescent City was as always, jaw dropping. The average size wave, when there is no surf, is always overhead....the great white always a factor when watching the beauty of the coast. Beach after beach of perfection. Dad vows to get into detail about it on the way home.

Saturday, September 19, 2009


We have been in (see pic #2) the last several days. It's great being back on our bicycles. 5 or 7 miles of peddling a day feels good. We went to GLASS BEACH yesterday thinking "yeah ...the sea glass is already picked clean. To our surprise it was overstocked with the smooth gems Patty loves so much. She said it is more plentiful than Steps beach PR.

Ft. Bragg was founded in the mid 1800's as a logging town. It's an interesting mix of big city urbanites turned hippy (2009 version) fleeing the rush hour life and old time loggers and fishermen. They make it work somehow although their ideologie's probably don't mix as well. They accept one another just the same. Too bad the political landscape of the USA can't find that middle ground like Ft Bragg seems to have.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


Me and my little guy.......Monterey County