Returning to Kingston, again!

Grandma has a funny memory. She called me up one day: "I want to go to Kingston."

"Grandma, you know we were at Kingston just this spring."

"Really? I forgot. . . . What did we eat?"

"Crepes. Remember the crepe place?"

"Oh, yeah."

In the end, we decided to go back to Kingston, again. But this time, it was me and Grandma and two of her elderly friends, whom I call Ms. Green and Auntie Tina. I think Grandma wanted to give her friends a day out, but she also had her own desires.

We drove downtown to pick up Ms. Green, then to Bellevue to pick up Auntie Tina, then to Edmonds to take the ferry to Kingston. Whew! Already an adventure. We even brought along some pots in the hopes of picking blackberries.

At Kingston, we had a great lunch at the crepe place from before; it's called, "J'aime les Crepes Creperie." I think I had a crepe with smoked salmon, cream cheese, and green onions. We also had a blueberry crepe with ice cream. Yum!

After lunch, I thought we would go to the same place we went last time: our old summer home with only a chimney left. But Grandma had a surprise: she wanted us to find something called "Twin Spits." Grandma used to own property there, although apparently it's just an empty lot. (It has since been handed down to a relative.)

Grandma has never been able to drive, but she remembered clues as to find this legendary property. "It's in Hansville," she said. None of us had ever heard of Hansville, and there were no signs to it, but sure enough we found it on the map and made our way there.

"It's at the end of the road, right when you hit the water." Sure enough, at the end of the road, there was "Twin Spits," a very long street. However, nothing else looked familiar.

Rather than give up, Grandma and Ms. Green went to the local grocery store and asked around. They got the number for a local real estate agent and asked her for help with finding the exact address of Grandma's old property. The real estate agent tried but didn't find anything. Then we called my mom, Grandma's eldest daughter. Mom had the address, which was not Twin Spits but a side road. Thankfully, I had just driven past that same road.

It turns out the Twin Spits property was at the other end of Twin Spits Road, which also was right on the water, so that must have been what Grandma remembered. And it was indeed an empty lot. (Actually, it was overgrown with plants.) Nevertheless, Grandma's secret mission to see her old property was successful.

On the way back, we stopped at the remnants of our old summer home. In the picture it's: (left-to-right) Grandma, Auntie Tina, and Ms. Green.



Grandma was clever enough to have me bring some folding chairs, so we sat enjoying the sun and the view. Ms. Green went hunting for blackberries. Most were still green, but we found some tasty ones!

From Kingston

It would end up being a long day, but I think everyone had a good time.




And before we got back on the ferry, I made sure to get another crepe. :)

It had apples, cinnamon, and caramel. Yum!