Joyce is an unincorporated community west of Port Angeles in an area we like to think of as ‘way the hell out there.’ I looked for demographic data and this is the official info from the last census:
White Population: 0
Black Population: 0
Hispanic Population: 0
Asian Population: 0
Hawaiian Population: 0
Indian Population: 0
Other Population: 0
Male Population: 0
Female Population: 0
Avg House Value: $0.00
Avg Household Income: $0.00
Avg Persons Per Household: 0.00
Median Age: 0.00
Median Age (Male): 0.00
Median Age (Female): 0.00
Regardless, the remaining population of Joyce knows how to have a rocking good time. Take, for example, yesterday’s Joyce Daze Parade, an annual tribute to the wild blackberry. I’m told the town folk made 300 pies before the supply was exhausted … as were the town folk.
This is my friend LC waiting to drive his classic VW beetle in the parade. He is a self-avowed curmudgeon. Until seeing this picture, I hadn’t realized his dog could be, too.
Many old beauties appeared in the parade.
There were young beauties, too. Here four girls, three dogs and a stroller take the field. I do not know who they represented. But judging by all that blondeness, I’m thinking the demographic data is off, at least in one category.
Along the parade route, anticipation was building … you could feel the tension mounting as they awaited the perennial favorites …
At last they are ready and loading. It’s the Shriners in their complete collection of tractor/plane/boat/mower cross overs! Let the fun begin.
Joyce Daze happens every August. Mark your 2014 calendar now. And get there early for the lip smacking-est, eyebrow raising-est piece of pie on the Peninsula.
Photo courtesy of the lavender festival
Last weekend was the annual lavender festival in the Blue Hole. The year before, the wrath of Thunderbird and the God of Rain was upon them, but this July the weather was all sparkly. I was happy for the Sequim growers although they appear to be a querulous group, pecking and honking at each other with the fervor of Canada geese.
The official growers had out their official lavender signs on every street corner. But the parasites were there, too, sucking up the free overflow from the official association. Out of nowhere, an Art Studio Tour materialized. And a Farm Tour not to be confused with Lavender … this farm tour featured peas, berries, and manure.
This festival draws folks from miles around, but I think it is fair to point out that many of us here on the Peninsula don’t really like lavender. We are not wild about the aroma, we have not found it to have health-giving properties, its oil is not essential and, for the life of us, we cannot figure out why you mainlanders want it in your coffee or ice cream. But there you go. Different strokes and all that.
There is an argument that the whole thing is illegal, a viewpoint put forth by certain curmudgeons among my acquaintances. Sequim growers are not zoned to set up restaurants or sell product NOT manufactured right there on the farm. But city fathers turn a blind eye. And I think that is fine. It just means that if I want to hold a skunk cabbage festival, I would have a precedence to call upon. I’d make at least as much that way as I do on writing.