While Lutz was away, Jarrod repaired the truck! He is a man with many talents. Plus, it is still running. After Lutz returned from Florida, we headed north to the Strait of Juan de Fuca at the top of Washington. We stayed in Port Townsend and made a visit to Squeim to see my friend, Ms. Newby! We were lucky and had the best time exploring. We stayed at a campground right at the harbor, and there were plenty of fish restaurants to boot!



I'm Melinda Stevens and living the life of a beach bum was inevitable since my father was a lifeguard for the city of Los Angeles. My memories of growing up on John Street in Manhattan Beach, California were filled with joy, excitement and adventures; until my world, as I knew it, fell apart when we moved to Del Mar, California. My father was offered the position as Captain of the lifeguards and we started the slow migration to the small deserted stretch of beach in 1963. At twelve years old, this seemed like the end of my life. Remember, I’m writing with clear hindsight now, ok somewhat clearer… Little did I know this would be the beginning of a new journey and give a bit more clarity to many of the events that led me to this new cooking adventure.