It was a ferry good time

All the cool kids went to Hat Island Saturday night to celebrate my little sister's 24th birthday. While most of the day was spent drinking on the porch looking out at the Puget Sound towards Whidbey Island, Rachel and I were able to sneak off for a walk by the beach.

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We found this old ferry horn between two boring summer houses, the rest is afternoon-buzz history.

Dominate Destruction!

This last photo is what I'd like to call "Rainbow Rach". I'm not usually a fan of the overdone psychedelic photo editing, but I think she looks pretty sweet in this one.

Bright lights, small city

I walked down to the fairgrounds the other night, snacked on some Kettle Corn and participated in the past time of good old 'people watching'. In my mind, the best part about going to the fair.

Death at sea

Pete and I were lucky enough to take two weeks to explore Ireland for the second time. On the second day of our honeymoon we trampled through a marshy field to get to the beach. Once we finally found a path across a creek and over some barbed wire fencing (my left foot thoroughly soaked) we were able to take our first steps onto the beach.

Walking along the sand dunes Pete found some bones and pieced them back together. Possibly a sea lion, but we really weren't sure.