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Chloë Does Port Townsend in the Rain

We went over to Port Townsend last weekend, but this time I didn’t have as much fun as in the past. Why? Let me count the ways.

First of all, we didn’t go on the ferry, and I like the smells on the ferry. Instead, we drove around the Sound and over the Narrows Bridge, and both times we crossed it was raining so hard we could barely see anything.

The rain didn’t stop. Then they made me  hike in that rain.

On the wet trail

On the wet trail

And they made me face the wrath of raging rivers.

Fording Big Creek

Fording Big Creek

And worst of all, they made me sit in the back seat of the car, not in the lap of the person in the front passenger’s seat. What nerve! For spite, I refused to go to sleep back there.  I just sat up and stared at Mike all the time we were driving. Every time he turned around, there I was, looking at him.

Resting in her room

Resting in her room

By the time we got to our hotel room, all that hiking and staying awake had made me dog-tired, so I had a nice nap with Hurby. Although Mike and Heather went to a couple of restaurants (making me wait in the car, of course), from my vantage point the snuggling I got in with Hurby and Heather was the highlight of the trip. No doubt about the low one:  It was when Heather stopped short in the REI parking garage, and my head slammed into the dashboard of the car.  It serves me right for sitting on Mike’s lap in the front seat, I guess.

Regardless, come next February I’m going to lobby for going someplace other than Port Townsend. Arizona sounds much better to me. Warmer. Drier. I’ll even volunteer to sit in the back seat of the car the whole way.

Chloë Redux

Two trips to Fort Worden Remembrance Garden, two years apart, February 2011 and February 2013.

On the throne

On the throne

On the throne again

On the throne again

Or is it the other way around?

My friend isn’t telling.

Heather and Chloë

Heather and Chloë

Chloë Returns to Port

Chloe and Smiley-003

Chloë and Smiley

I enjoyed my first trip to Port Townsend two years ago so much, I decided to take Mike and Heather there again for my third birthday. This time was almost as good, the only disappointment being that on this visit our hotel didn’t have a lobby; I missed being able to strut through several times a day and receive compliments and treats every time. This hotel was a little noisier, too, and I had to deliver a lot of quick warning barks over the weekend to let everyone know that I heard something. Nobody is sneaking in on my watch. Not with me and my pal Smiley on duty.

On the Upper Big Quilcene Trail

On the Upper Big Quilcene Trail

During the day we went hiking at a couple of places that used to be forts in World War II, just like Discovery Park was. But these parks were much woodsier than our park, with more real animals running about that needed chasing. I did my part to make sure no humans were threatened by any of them.

On one of the days away we drove deep into the national forest and hiked in some very tall woods. To me, any sword fern might as well be a Sequoia, but even I can tell that the trees where we hiked are a lot bigger than the ones I normally see. I like to stick closer to Mike and Heather when we go on trails like this one.  Some of those drops over the side look pretty steep.

Subaru on the Upper Big Quilcene Trail

Big trees

No ball playing is allowed on those trails, according to Mike and Heather. Luckily, we also found plenty of wide, flat trails on those former military bases, so we had some good games of fetch, and then we found out that the abandoned structures called gun batteries made great amphitheaters for a spirited game. Check out my video;  as usual, Mike screwed up the sound, but his camera technique actually seems to be improving. Hard to believe, I know.

I had few complaints. I had to sleep inside my travel crate all weekend, of course, and I wasn’t supposed to get on the furniture in the hotel at all. But on the second afternoon after I ate my dinner, Heather put a couple of towels on the bed and let me snuggle with her while she took a nap.  I loved the hiking and the ferry ride, but for me, that nap was the highlight of the weekend. All three of us had a great time, but there’s no doubt my time was the best.

Chloë relaxes in her room.

Chloë relaxes in her room.

Chloë Has a Suite Weekend

Ferry crossing from Edmonds.

After the great weekend I just had, I’m officially forgiving Mike and Heather for deserting me on my birthday. They took me to Port Townsend on the Olympic Peninsula for two nights and three days to celebrate all of our February birthdays and anniversaries, with two ferry rides, three long hikes and even a little danger along the way.

Chloë in her suite at the Bishop Hotel in PT.

Staying two nights at the Bishop Hotel was my favorite part. We had two rooms all to ourselves, plus our own huge bathroom. I had to stay off the furniture, of course, but I had my orange blankey and my traveling crate, so I was happy. Heather napped with me on the floor, and every time we waltzed through the lobby the person behind the high desk in front made a big fuss over me and gave me treats. That’s the kind of service I deserve, so I rate this hotel 4 paws all the way.

Chloë and Mike on the ferry from Kingston.

The ferry rides were neat, too, although the howling wind and white caps on Puget Sound Saturday morning were a bit intense. Heather’s lap was better than being outside. But the trip back from Kingston on Monday afternoon was much more pleasant, since we had calmer waters and we were in the stern of the ship. All in all, I’m looking forward to many more sailings.

Hiking was even better. The beaches were a little scary, especially at Point No Point Lighthouse, where the north wind pushed those waves pretty hard. Big surf is not my cup of tea. I really liked the hike up the Big Quilcene River, with snow underfoot but sunshine streaming through the tall trees. We had to cross some neat wooden bridges and ford several small streams.

Dodging waves and leaping across boulders were nothing compared to our hike around Fort Worden’s Artillery Hill, where huge guns once guarded the entrance to Puget Sound. On a woodsy trail between the batteries, a large animal crossed about 50 feet in front of us, and instantly I took off in hot pursuit. Heather thought it was a coyote or a fox, because of its bushy tail. Mike thought it was much too big to be a fox and too furry to be a coyote, so he had no idea what it was; to him it looked like a maned jackal. Me? I was running too fast after it to have an opinion. In seconds I was at the spot where it disappeared into the woods, and I was eagerly eyeing the animal’s path until I heard Heather’s call: “Chloë! Treat Party! Treat Party!” Aha! Remembering once again that old “one in the hand is worth two in the bush” theory, I turned and raced right past the fast-closing Mike to where Heather had strewn small pieces of salmon jerky on the ground. All for me.

Yes, I came back, and later on, I was glad of it. A volunteer working in the park office told Heather the animal was definitely a coyote. It seems that among the Fort Worden State Park inhabitants are a few of the biggest, bushiest coyotes anyone has ever seen, no doubt attracted and fattened up by all the deer that are overrunning the Quimper Peninsula. (I saw several deer myself, in fact, but frankly they didn’t do much for me. At this stage, at least, I prefer rabbits, squirrels and mice.)

Chloë at Fort Worden’s “Memory Vault” Sculpture.

Now, I’m not sure if I’m buying those stories about these huge coyotes eating small dogs, but I’m more than happy that I didn’t get the chance to find out. I don’t want to miss out on any future birthday/anniversary weekends if they’re as good as this one.

Needless to say, the trip took a lot out of me. I missed a lot of rack time. After we got back, I had to sleep it off in Mike and Heather’s bed for at least an hour or two before I rousted Foxy and Moosey from the living room for a rousing game of tug and then knocking my whiffle ball around the living room.

Chloë relaxes after coming home.