L i b e r t y . B a y . G u e s t . H o u s e

. . . a lazy summer day on Liberty Bay 100 years ago. Row boats glisten on early morning waters as the pristine Olympic Mountains tower over evergreen shores. Among the rowers are Lemolo Indians paddling ashore. The friendly traders seek a few potatoes or a loaf of bread in exchange for freshly caught fish.

. . . it is 1889 and Frank and Maria Johnson sit on the porch of their new home near the sleepy fishing village of Poulsbo. A rose garden bursts with color, Old Glory flutters from a flagpole as the settlers, only a decade removed from Sweden, sip lemonade. A century later, the setting remains much the same at Liberty Bay Guest House. Though four generations removed, the Farm stead is still owned by direct descendants.

Boats of every fashion still stream up Liberty Bay to Poulsbo. Spectacular crimson sunsets still nestle behind the Olympics. canoes of friendly Lemolo Indian traders have been replaced by swift, colorful kayaks. The codfish schooners that 100 years ago brought catches from waters far and near are replaced by sleek sailboats and powerboats.

But still this spot is a place of liberty, a place far removed from the bustle of the work week and hustle of everyday life. So take a leisurely stroll along Lemolo Shore Drive as 100 years of history laps at the shore.