Sunshine, on and off, on Sunday. I was having a reading orgy, didn't go anywhere. In the late afternoon I looked up from my desk and there was a blue horizon and a tanker sailing off behind a house just past the bottom of the street. Three cruise ships, one freighter and one car carrier later, my camera was full of happy blurry snapshots of ships passing by; thanks to the pilot station at the end of the Hook, they come in momentarily close close close. Too bad KL & PT missed seeing this particular aspect of life in Port Angeles.