Righty Then, Take Out The Camera Jeremy

So, it turns out that the motorcycle trip was not at ALL what I'd planned. What a surprise....

In any case, in some ways it was even better, but the damndest thing happened. My impatience got the better of me, and I didn't stop at all to take photos, even though I had the camera in a wonderful little backpack in the luggage carrier.

You see, I was either riding the bike, enjoying the scenery rushing past at near-light speed, or I was flying a kite, or wandering down the beach with a kite in my hand, or sitting at a restaurant, or setting up my tent, or doing my laundry, or......

So, the only photos I got were of the tall ships at Westport. Here.

And, later, after returning to Seattle, some delightful photos of fine young ladies playing volleyball on Labor Day.

The story? Well, it all starts in a fog really...