This past weekend I had the extreme pleasure of making the journey back to my hometown of Port Townsend, Washington for our annual Rhododendron Festival.
During the week-long celebration, this Victorian seaport of 8,500 people turns into a bustling village with expats returning from regional cities to associate with old friends and to partake in merrymaking.


(this is my buddy Dan making a pizza, using his homemade arugula pesto)
Long ago I lost the desire to watch the main event – a grand parade featuring marching bands, local politicians, boy scout troops, bagpipers, and princesses riding atop fantasy scenes crafted from paper maché. Now it’s more about rekindling old friendships, having fun, and perhaps even taking a little break from reality.

(this sign was on the local Bank of America)
One of the things I love to do when I return home is to eat and drink all of my favorite foods from the 20+ years I spent living there. I have a spot in particular where I don’t even really like the coffee, but one sip takes me back to an era in which I had dropped out of college and spent the winter digging cable trenches and weatherizing houses in the cold, rain and wind. Ahhh, memories.
Another beverage – Port Townsend Brewing Company’s “Chet’s Gold” reminds me of an era in which my band, in its infantile form, played for courteous friends at Sirens Pub – fueled in part of course by said beverage.
While many of the foods available in my town are noteworthy for sentimental reasons – there are also fantastic exceptions that deserve their rightful place upon my personal culinary pedestal – including anything from Waterfront Pizza, and the Mushroom Poach from the Salal Café.
Yet, while enjoying the spoils I realized there was a piece of me missing at every dining occasion – I was without the people who would appreciate these food-related discoveries the most – my esteemed colleagues at Watershed Communications.
Therefore, before heading back to Portland I brought a few of my favorite artisan products from local companies to share with my colleagues including beer from Port Townsend Brewing Company, tuna and salmon from Cape Cleare Fishery and cheese from Mt. Townsend Creamery. This afternoon we took a much needed break and relaxed over amazing cheese, beer and delicious smoked salmon from my favorite small-town artisan producers.

The Port Townsend Bitter and the Seastack were notable favorites, but I think everyone agreed that everything was delicious and I’m proud to come from such a strong, vibrant, artistic and beautiful little town.

Finally, I thought I’d show a photo I took of an actual landline phone that I came across in someone’s house. Apparently retirees aren’t the only ones who go to Port Townsend to live out their golden years