We are currently in the Thousand Trails park outside LaConner, WA., which probably everybody but me knew already is on Puget Sound. I never seem to pay attention to things like where I am, where I am going or what I’m doing and it’s a wonder I get anywhere or do anything and yet here I am, doing a new post from the relatively nice clubhouse with a slow but adequate Internet connection hooked to my barely working laptop which now will only recognize a direct Cat 5 connection…no wireless connectivity for me until the 401 fattens up sometime in the mid-century and I buy a new set of problems….but overall content as I look out over a wind-and-rain-swept Puget Sound and in the direction of the eagle which normally sits on the tree on the point shared with the local Indians who for some reason retain all rights to foraging for driftwood, shellfish, and fishing or crabbing off the beach. This is a very different kind of experience from our most recent times in Bend where we have a cozy house, a good broadband connection, and the jacuzzi tub works. Here nothing works. The spa is down, the Internet, while up, is painful, there is no 50 AMP service usually necessary to run the air conditioning but who cares as the sun isn’t shining, the misnamed honeywagon isn’t working, and so on. But it doesn’t matter. This is a beautiful place, stuck out into nature so that it becomes part of it, and it’s easy to look around and see His hand in anything and everything. And John and Marci say there’re mussels for lunch, and there’s also pickleball here, did I mention? More on all that, later.