and yet more lasts in Port Angeles

While the days are consumed with cleaning, packing, small house repairs, yet more packing and then more cleaning, the evenings of late have been all about squeezing the last bit of delight out of P.A. friends and this place we've called home for the last 5+ years. We kicked this evening off with our final (well, not in our lives, but for a while) pick-up soccer game up at the Port Angeles High School, where the devoted gather every Thursday at 5:30 to experience The Game. Tonight was especially fun for some reason, even though Christine and I only had an hour to play. Who knows why...

After that we met up with Adrian, Suzanne and Ross and piled into a car for the trip up to Hurricane Ridge. Adrian had spent the day making pizzas and we found ourselves just before sunset on the south side of the ridge, watching the sun set, looking down at Port Angeles and across the Strait to Canada, drinking wine, eating pizza and fresh picked organic greens from Salt Creek Farm. Another one of those, "can you believe we live here?" moments, again made poignant by the fact that soon we won't. It was an absolutely beautiful night, only spoiled by watching the resident deer dining on anti-freeze in the parking lot. Fortunately we had Ross with us, who leapt from the car screaming to frighten the deer into an understanding of the ways in which anti-freeze is decidedly not good for them. I think it worked, too.

And, as an aside, we got our wedding photos in the mail today from David Bostock. I've thrown another one up here. We are planning on posting them as a gallery, but probably won't have time to do it until next week...