Went sailing last week. Biiig yacht – 70 feet. I thought that seasickness might be the order of the day but standing on the dock waiting to get on board was the worst part. My beer was cheap and Korean. One of my fellow passengers decided that sake, Merlot, and Red Stripe was a good idea. Somehow we all survived. I took this.
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I can see how sailing might be your religion. To top it off, this boat gets the triple cross – symbolism, right? Maybe there is something to it – I managed to bring my camera and my camera strap, but not the piece that attaches the two together and somehow I didn’t drop it into Elliott Bay.
Unbeknown to many, the Port of Seattle has a bunch of parks with, if not water access, at least a water view. Typically, the deal is that you may or may not see some nondescript sign, which directs you down an alley, across some railroad tracks, slightly to the side of a sign that clearly reads DO NOT ENTER and behind a warehouse surrounded by chain link fence. As much as they’ve spent money to *create* something you can visit, it seems pretty obvious that they don’t care if anyone actually comes. Often times you end up in a parking lot with a view of the port, but in certain cases, at the end of the hidden road, there is actually something worth seeing. Jack Block Park is one of the ones that makes you wonder who, exactly, decided to spend so much money creating such a nice park that nobody knows exists. Great views and a great walkway. Maybe I’ll post pictures of it sometime. The part I find most interesting is the view of the working port and cargo terminal next door. Can anyone tell me what these things are all about? Longshoreman bingo or something?
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I just returned from two days, primarily featuring the drive from Seattle to Corvallis and then back again in quick succession. It wasn’t too bad, except for that traffic part. Got to see some great things along the way, including the wedding that we were going for, but the trees weren’t bad either. Oregon rest stops, well done.
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Summer time in Washington means people hurriedly taking advantage of rain not falling from the sky. Back when I was living the car life, it meant a whole lot of car shows at XXX Root Beer in Issaquah. After a while, the cars all look the same, as do the folks who spend their time bringing them out. In the end, however, I always liked the sign.
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I just never figured out the XXX part. Strong like booze strong? Dynamite strong? Porno strong? Any theories?
You might have heard a thing or two about goats. About how they eat just about everything. A goat herder recently told me that you fence the goats in, and then anything you want saved, you fence that off too. I guess the 6 foot tall wood fence wasn’t enough of a hint that the juniper landscaping belonging to the folks that payed 600 grand for their townhouses next door was off limits.
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Yep. Goats get hungry. So it goes.
By the way, I know I haven’t been posting much. I got this great new camera, which required me to also rebuild my computer to handle the massive files it spews, but other than that, I’ve got no real excuse. It just hasn’t been happening. Let’s pretend that it’s been my insistence that only the highest quality, primo shit makes it to the website. Yeah. That’s totally why.