Whales...

Six times in the past 42 years, we've spent our anniversary weekend on the Olympic Peninsula. We spent our honeymoon in a tiny rustic cabin on a bluff above the beach at Kalaloch, The tradition kind of stuck.

Over the years, a lot of our anniversary weekends have been near a beach, but we've come to the north coast, between Port Angeles and Port Townsend, more than any other place. It's become sort of a second home.

This year our special day fell on a weekend when there were wine club parties, snow in the Olympics, and the discovery of such a good landmark restaurant, we can hardly wait to come back.

On a hilltop high above Port Angeles is a tiny park at the end of a dead-end street, and it's full of art. There was a geocache too, which is what brought us there. It was easy to find the cache; harder to find all the hidden pieces of art that are hidden among the trees. This leaping whale is my favorite. Studded with beach glass and shells and rocks smoothed by the surf, you can almost smell the salt water.