Wednesday, February 25, 2015
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Monday, January 26, 2015
Saturday morning I drove down to the Duwamish to see how the water would get. It was predicted to be one of the highest tides of the year and there was even a little event to celebrate, but as often happens, the tide arrived quite a bit lower than predicted. I guess if you've got your hopes up for drama and disaster, this can be a bit anticlimactic, but for my part I just like being down on the shore at daybreak and it doesn't really matter if the bathtub is overflowing or not.
I also just like the South Park neighborhood, Seattle's largely unknown riverbank community of small homes and marine industries. Thanks to the latter (and a small aviation company that set up decades ago on the other side of the river), its a bit of a mess, but they're slowly getting around to cleaning it up. In the meantime, there are some neat little parks and shoreline access spots being opened up.
Previous post: March 2009
I've posted from here before:
hshipman: Chamber's Creek: March 2013
Gravel Beach: Pioneer: October 2010
And like last year, they improvised with a couple of TVs in the ballroom so we (me and a couple dozen other fans, but not M) could watch the Seahawks beat the Packers (although that wasn't what we watched for most of the game).
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Not only was lunch good, but the cafe is stocked astrological almanacs, which was entertaining. We learned that based on our birth dates, our relationship had been doomed from the start! Wish we'd known that when we met - here I had been thinking that the last thirty years had been pretty wonderful.
After lunch, I picked up coffee across the street at B-Sharp for the drive out to Lake Quinault.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
We haven't stayed at the Sylvia Hotel since our last fireworks trip in 2008, but it's still a favorite hangout in Vancouver. After Lynn Canyon, we headed back into the city and camped out for an hour and half in the bar with some appetizers and a beer, reading, and enjoying the wonderful sun break over English Bay.
A few years ago, I ran into Cheryl Wheeler's song about the Sylvia Hotel. It's not exactly a happy song, but any song about a place we've come to know well can't exactly be sad.
This is a neat spot. It's easy to forget that there are homes nearby and that a large city lies just a few kilometers to the south.
Thursday, December 04, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Most of our time was reserved for work, but I managed to get in a bike ride late Tuesday afternoon.