Easter in the Pacific NW

SMH spent last Saturday shooting some Easter goings-on in the area. From his photos, I learned two things:

In OlyWa, the Easter Bunny is much more frightening, and he arrives by parachute. (Did this rabbit step out of my nightmares? If I were a kid, I'd be heading for the hills.)

Most kids collect eggs. In OlyWa, children fill their Easter baskets with tiny little babies holding bottles.

We spent Easter in beautiful, beautiful (and sunny, sunny) Port Townsend. After spending a ridiculous amount of time looking for a restaurant, we settled on the The Landfall. Mmm-mmm, right choice! SMH has a keen sense - he always spots the good places. My baked blueberry French toast was superb (though it was no J+P brunch item, I'm afraid).

Port Townsend is filled with lovely Victorian homes. One particularly remarkable B+B was for sale for $1.7 million. I would really, really like to own this B+B. I am going to have to get the money job. Oh, that's right, I work in non-profit. I am going to have to win the lottery.

Port Townsend, we decided, is a flawless combination of Traverse City and Mackinac Island (because, in the end, it all comes back to the Midwest, doesn't it?). Wonderful old architecture, quaint shops, vibrant main street, and right on the water. It was a great place to spend our Easter afternoon.