Our week-plus vacation in Sequim, Washington, on the Olympic Peninsula comes to a close tomorrow, when we will drive the two hours back to Tacoma and slowly slip back into a reguar life full of work and friends and holiday preparations. This last full day in our small rented vacation cabin we are indoors, watching light snow fall and stick to the shorelines of the Strait of Juan de Fuca just outside our windows. About a quarter of an inch of the white stuff fell before the clouds lifted and revealed the long arm of the Dungeness Spit and its lighthouse across the bay to our sight once again.