Visiting Whitecrest

Check out that panorama! Gorgeous! You’re looking at Whitecrest itself, a long stretch of sandy beach that is sometimes bustling with tourists— but not this morning when I waved goodbye.

Okay, so I’m making it up. But the next best thing is where I spent my Memorial Day weekend. Whitecrest is, of course, fictional. But the setting isn’t entirely fabricated. It’s based on a conglomeration of towns along Washington’s Long Beach peninsula. I don’t live there, but I do visit often (and have some locals who keep me in check with details like weather patterns, etc).

I love it there. There is something about digging your toes in the sand that completely recharges my batteries. This was the first time I’ve been up when it was ‘tourist season’ so the crowds were a little daunting. Being reclusive and authorly, I don’t mix well with big groups. Instincts tell me to hiss and walk away. Nevertheless, I had a wonderful vacation.

And before you ask, I’ll just say it: nope. I didn’t get any work on the Quartet done. But I did make a lot of notes for revisions.