
The front entrance to “Caswells on the bay“ a fabulous bed and breakfast that Char and Dave had rented the entire thing for the weekend. I was included in with the family and got to stay with the girls in their room.

The view of the bay from the back porch. Watching the blue herons on the beach and the tide come in and out and the same type of bay shore that we grew up with in the summers in Haines really made me miss my mom. It just played into the emotional weekend I was having.

Back of the Inn and the balcony of Char and Daves room looking over the bay. Bride waving.

Bob Caswell is a master gardener. There were Hydrangeas of every color and style everywhere surrounding the property. Including this shrub of them which upon closer examination was a hedge surrounding and hiding his garden.

Tropical plants surrounding the Inn

The vegetable garden inside the hedge of Hydrangea’s. The fence is for the deer. I’m wondering if something like this would work on my Raccoons.

Fabulous Pacific Ocean. Because missing my mom wasn’t strong enough on the Bay, this was a straight shot from the inn on the other side of the peninsula. Maybe a half mile. I stood out here watching the waves on my way out of town. The Ocean makes me think of my Mom and my Aunt Jackie from when she lived in Cresent City and we would walk over to the Pacific from her house.
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