Port Angeles

This weekend we ventured west to Port Angeles, Washington for Steve's cousin's wedding at the Johnson family farm.  Port Angeles sits on the northern edge of the Olympic Peninsula along the shore of the Strait of Juan de Fuca.  The views from our waterfront hotel room were amazing.

Molly sat by the window for a long time and took in the sights and sounds.  The next morning I woke up a little before 7am and Steve and Molly (the early risers) were already out watching the sunrise and playing in the low tides.

I enjoyed a cup of coffee and the beautiful scenery from the comfort of our balcony. 

They came back sandy and wet, and in need of a bath and some cuddles before check out time. The ocean water is pretty cold, isn't it Molly?