Just this past Saturday, my family and I set out on a short excursion to the little hamlet of Gig Harbor. The quaint little shops that lined the narrow lane beheld the gleaming water, not twenty yards away. A heavy, swirling mist hung over the surface of the water, kissing my cheeks with tiny droplets. Nearly a fortnight before our arrival, a new museum had just opened in town. Being the historians that we are, we could not pass up this opportunity to learn about the record of this charming community. The elegant white building was adorned with tall wooden columns and polished silver lettering. As we soon learned, the main economic resource of Gig Harbor was the sea. Fishing was the most common trade and an old retired fishing boat was housed behind the museum. I was sure to get a photo beside the majestic vessel.
After completing our exploration of the museum, we strolled down to the marina to take more pictures. My elder sister takes particular interest in photographs and is always sure that we capture these special moments. Presently we stopped into a small deli along the water for a bite to eat. The tiny eatery bustled with people and the warm scent of hot chocolate rose through the air. After our meal, we ambled back to our vehicle and began our journey back home. We were all cheerless now that out outing had come to an end, but we were glad to have discovered the charm of this small town and were sure to soon return.
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