On May 24th 1986 we had a small wedding. We drove from Everett, WA to a small roadside chapel in Port Angeles, WA for the ceremony. We drove with Pat (mom) & Jim (dad) Hare. both ~50 years old, to see their 2nd born get married. Dietrich and Rosemarie Riemer, ages 56 & 58, met us for breakfast in Sequim. After breakfast we all continued to Port Angeles for the wedding.
The wedding was the “deluxe” version, for an extra ten dollars they lit the candles and provided a cassette tape of our vows. We headed off to our honeymoon with parents in tow. We spent our honeymoon evening in Manresa Castle in Port Townshend, WA. Our room was directly between both parent’s rooms.
The following morning, Dietrich and Rosemarie headed back to Auburn, WA and the remaining four of us headed off to Sol Duc Hot Springs to stay in cabins and soak in the hot springs. On the way to Sol Duc we stopped for snacks at a grocery store and instead left with two full carts of food and alcohol, which became our new tradition on future vacations.
After Sol Duc, we went to the North Pacific coast to Kalaloch Lodge in Quinnault, WA to stay in cabins on the beach. Mom wrote a poem …
BEACH AT KALALOCK, WASHINGTON
Slate gray sand soaked by the sea, lying awash with shells, rocks, and debris. The shoreline streaked with silent bleached bones of trees long since wrenched from their homes.
Gulls glide gently balanced on a breeze, then dive of a sudden on a gift from the sea. Lacy bits of foam decorate the beach below, while the exodus of waves make its boarders grow.
Crashing waves meet the rocks standing guard off shore. Their smashing dance of foam and spray lasts for evermore. Rows of white-capped thunder assaulting the shoreline become a gentle rush of foam resplendent there in time.
A sea skate whose life was lost at sea, reposes there as gulls loudly pick and fight over their evening’s fare. The skate, its huge skull now picked free of flesh, looks up through empty sockets at its dinner guests.
Through sunlight and moonshine, never ending is its roar, the song of the Pacific at its meeting with the shore. Hungry sea with white foam teeth ever snatching at the land, its victims lie there quietly, slowly blanching in the sand.
Patricia A. Hare © 6/88
… Most people are shocked that we would spend our honeymoon with our parents, but we enjoyed and will remember the experience fondly and would not have done it any other way.