August is the best time of year in the Pacific Northwest for sun worshipping, and there isn't a better spot for it than on the banks of Hood Canal. Unfortunately, it's quite a distance from where I hang my hat so I don't visit nearly enough, but when there's an invite with a party attached I'm there in a New York minute.

After nearly ten years of "suffering" the inconvenience of being so far removed from friends and family, my buddies Mike and Rose announced they were throwing in the towel. To commemorate - and as a final tribute to the many good times we've had there - they threw a final party before putting their place on the market. Like mice to cheese, folks were drawn in from near and far to wish them well.

It was a weekend-long event involving swimming, kayaking, outstanding grub, golf (if you can call using the bay as a driving range that) and music, played long into the evenings. Of course there was wildlife to be watched as well, both human and marine.

By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around it was hard to pull ourselves away, both mentally and physically. But distance being what it is, and Mondays irrepressible presence looming, we loaded up the G. Gordon Lindy and bid farewell. The Canal house will be missed, but we can be sure new adventures await us wherever Mike and Rose land next.



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