The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears or the sea.--Isak Dineson
With a plan to avoid wide highways and big cities,
we drove across Whidbey Island and caught the ferry .
Another perfect weather day.
We knew such things are rare in the Puget Sound area
having lived there for over a year.
We couldn't skip a quick tour of Port Townsend with its
collection of Uptown Victorian homes and historic Downtown waterfront.
We reached the Pacific just in time for sunset.
We found a campsite at big, empty Grayland Beach.
A cold breeze came in across the water.
"Each time we walk along the beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among the seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war."
I made DH wait around with me as I shot frame after frame of the sunset.
I was hoping to see the green flash.
"Ever gazed upon the green flash, Master Gibbs?"
"I reckon I seen my fair share. Happens on rare occasion.
The last glimpse of sunset, a green flash
shoots up into the sky. Some go their whole lives
without ever seeing it. Some claim to have seen it
who ain't. And some say--"
"It signals when a soul comes back to this world from the dead."
We stayed by the surf until the sun was gone. No green flash.