We went to Sequim, WA last weekend and we loved it so much, we’re going back this summer for our vacation. We decided we’d leave a smaller carbon footprint this year by exploring Washington instead of traveling halfway around the world. And to our surprise, there was so much to do in Sequim, we didn’t even make a dent in it all.

We got all Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and dug for clams like the Kennedys. Except I’m sure the Kennedys have their servants dig the clams for them. But still. It was so hunter-gatherer! And Doooooode! Clams really do spit! I had clam loogies all over me. I didn’t eat the clams (the whole vegetarian issue and all), and son #2 wasn’t a fan, but Steve and son #1 made pigs of themselves. And paging Dr. Freud? Have you seen clams? The kids kept referring to the neck of the clam that sticks out as “clam wang.” (I know, precious little creatures of God, aren’t they?)

We also took the kids fishing several times. Steve made the big catch on our Puget Sound fishing excursions:

Yes folks, he caught a crab. Go Steve. You stud!

The next day, he had to hang his head in shame as I caught a 5 lb trout, just a few ounces shy of a record for where we were fishing. We were fishing on private property and when the guy who owned the property saw my fish, he asked what I caught him with. There had been a huge array of fancy baits all splayed out but I had gone to car and gotten a piece of bread and marshmallows. When I informed him that I had used a marshmellow I dug out of the car, he was all shocked and walked away muttering “Never had no damn marshmellows in my water EVER.” lol.

The last place we went before returning home was the Olympic Game Farm. You drive through acres of open land and the animals come up to your car. You can feed them through the windows of your car. This was a fantastic experience. I loved it. Right up until a smelly buffalo came and stuck his head through the car window and tried to molest me with it’s 7 inch tongue. It licked all over the head rest and the side of the car while I screamed. On the plus side, Steve invited his new friend over for dinner next week.

 

The buffalo is totally NOT invited.