What does the Sequim real estate market look like and how does it compare to previous years? Here is a graphic covering the past five years showing the total number of homes sold and the median sales prices. I've weighted the data to get more accurate results by eliminating very low and very high priced homes. The price range of $150,000 to $400,000 includes 94% of homes sold in Port Angeles recently. The very small number of high priced homes sold to millionaires would unfairly skew the data. Not showing on this chart, but interesting, is that in November of 2008, only 10 hours sold in Sequim and 15 in Sequim in this price range. All homes included in this data are site-built only. Click on this image to enlarge it.

Finally, there is a dedicated online classified ad service for everyone in Port Angeles and Sequim, businesses and individuals, and to introduce the service with a new promotion that benefits all businesses and citizens here, the service is being promoted absolutely free until next spring, May 1, 2009.
If you're a business, and you want to promote your business online free, just register and type your product or service description (with good persuasive sales script), and you can even include a photo of your business or your staff or your product. Include your address and phone number if you like, or your email address, and guess what? You can include a link to your website, too!
If you have something for sale, find the category and put it online. Again, you can include photos of your puppy or your car or whatever.
If you want something, find the category and tell us what you want. Be specific.
And for volunteer and non-profits, you can use this to promote your service and your needs. Is this not exciting folks? Who is doing this crazy thing? Yours truly as a community service. The domain names are easy to remember. You can use either one:
It was Saturday morning, and being Mr. Spontaneous (not!), I decided to take a hike up the trails of the National Olympic Park just a few miles west of Port Angeles, Washington. The sun was already climbing above the tall pine trees when I parked at the base of the trail, which is about six miles into the Park up a winding narrow dirt road.
Having grown up in Alaska and spent my childhood running around in the woods in the bush community of Tok, and spending a great deal of time in the mountains of the great Alaska Range, I'm at home in the woods and mountains. I miss watching wildlife with my father's binoculars while perched high in the pinnacles of a mountainside. I still remember in one sitting seeing 13 bears (grizzly and black), two moose, a caribou, a small group of Dall sheep and several lambs with a wolverine lurking in the shrubs nearby. This was near the Tok Glacier, and it was 40 years ago. Even then I felt the power of nature all around me.
There's a quiet voice in nature that somehow speaks to us. It's the same message everywhere in the wilds, in the mountains of Alaska, Nevada, or Washington, in the dense old growth forests, or on a 32 foot fishing boat on Bristol Bay. (I named my middle son Bristol.) I hear the message when I dismiss all the noice and clutter of the world.
"I am as old as time itself. I am beautiful to the eye that can see the depth and breadth of my mountains and valleys. I am a friend who brings joy and pleasure to your life, and at the same time I am dangerous and unforgiving. I reveal myself to you in every step you take, and I am much greater and far more awesome than your little mind can comprehend. You see me in part, but you do not know me in full. Enjoy me, but respect me."
My hike into the Olympic National Park brought back a flood of memories from my childhood experience in Alaska. Crossing creeks and balancing with my arms out as I worked across the fallen trees made me feel like a kid again. The great big trees that are as straight and tall as any I've ever seen blocked most of the sunshine from reaching the moss covered vegetation below. Still there were beams of light breaking through and creating a portrait I only wish I could capture and share with the world.
These photos are my humble attempt to capture a vignette of something much greater. This far into the mountains I cross the Elwha River on a walking bridge before the Elwha grows big and powerful. In a few places it crashes and churns as the elevation drops dramatically. There's nothing as thrilling as standing in the presence of a mighty ancient forest high in the mountains with the thunderous applause of a river beginning its long journey to the ocean.
Is it any wonder that I love living on the Northern Olympic Peninsula?
It was a challenging day at work, and I was looking forward to a nice jog in Robin Hill Park in Sequim. So I opened up the sliding glass door to my deck and walked across the back yard where I opened the gate to the winding serene trails of Robin Hill Park.
I took the 2.4 mile loop, which gently meanders through the trees and across meadows, falls into a sweet little gulley and works its way up and around to my back yard again. I didn't see anyone. I rarely do, although I know others are out there walking, jogging, riding their bikes, and some are riding horses
on the trails designated for that purpose.
The sun was already low in the sky as evening approached, and the beams of bright light were streaking through the pine trees, which were emitting the fresh scent of pine needles and all things green and woodsy.
The 195 acre park is maintained by Clallam County and is almost hidden from public view. The Olympic Discovery Trail runs alongside the park stretching for many miles in either direction. There is no limit to how far I can walk, jog, or ride my bike, except my own physical endurance.
Hmm. No wonder I love living in Sequim.
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