This was the park I went to when I first moved to Washington, and to Bellingham. It is very built up now, with a boardwalk all the way to the Fairhaven district.
I wrote back to California that I had my very own log on the beach. That is where I went to sit on my log on the beach (original bench right?). There are still logs on the beach, and it is a place that makes my soul happy.
Inside Woods Coffee
The very last thing I heard when I left Boulevard Park that was one woman saying to the other, "There are no coincidences, no coincidences." . . .
No comments:
Post a Comment