[/caption]A few months back Peter and I drove to Poulsbo to pick up what is now one of our favorite pieces of furniture--a solid wood rolltop desk. This beauty comes with over 1/2 a dozen mini drawers and enough storage space to meet my need for everything to be tidy and Peter's need to not throw anything away. But that's not what this blog is about. This is about our mini-adventure in this fair Viking city. A city that is nowhere near Tacoma, as the giant "Poulsbo RV" sign clearly seemed to indicate, but rather a ferry ride away. With my parents' van gutted of seats in preparation for our new arrival and two undisturbed hours at our disposal we went on a photo safari through the few square blocks of town. We visited a local bakery with its famous emoticookies and endless selection of baked goods. We stopped at the pier and later the vintage boutique shop with its enticing wardrobe selection. We found a picnic table and took turns picking at a cinnamon roll that didn't seem to end. And everywhere we went, "The Spirit of Poulsbo" coffeetable book, with its glossy cover and historic references was staring back at us. Apparently it didn't want to leave. The drizzle that met us as we drove into the city quickly turned into a full blow winter storm and sadly we had to cut our walk short. But we did promise the man in the Poulsbohemian Coffeehouse to return with the summer and watch the Vikings as they walk the streets in their annual parade--they with their clubs, we with our cameras.
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