This is the quaint little Bed & Breakfast place we stayed in while in Port Ludlow. The string of lights around the eaves, the warm light glowing through the bay window, the Christmas tree, the veranda that wraps around nearly the whole house - it's really a nice home.
But it's not a B&B, it's Rick & D-Ann Butchart's home. The inside is just as nice as the outside - mostly because it's full of grandkids. Trevor and Michelle are quite at home with them in this place. It's been very nice staying with them. Their hospitality knows no bounds, and keeping company with them is very pleasant.
POULSBO
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Yesterday we took the grand kids into Poulsbo, which originally had a large Norwegian population. The old section of downtown has a lot of Scandinavian shops, mostly the kind you can't take little kids into. But up the street were a couple of photo-opp's that worked out well. I parked Jane and Elizabeth in front of a mural with a Norwegian miss, and Atticus is on the same corner with Michelle next to a red phone booth - which are common in Scandinavia also.
The Beach
One morning we took the kids to the beach near the Butcharts. Not much of a beach really, mostly just the place where the water meets the land. Atticus and I walked a ways down the beach and found this little fort made out of driftwood. It's built up against the side of a hill, and Atticus kept referring to the incline as "stairs." it was some of the best weather of the trip that day.
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