The Houses

There are 400 acres of park trails to explore outside my door. I'm hiking some of them every day. But as much as I enjoy the forest paths, I'm more drawn to Port Townsend's residential streets and the houses that line them.

There are bungalows and A-frames and high-and-mighty Victorians. There are saltboxes, many-gabled wonders, and wood-shingled beauties turned on their sides, windows placed for maximum sea views.  

The houses have vegetable gardens, apple trees, the last roses of summer. A place I spied yesterday is tucked behind a thick hedge. I imagine walking through that green archway up to the door beyond.