Weakened Warriors
My weekend was a bit short, as I had to fly off to Milwaukee on Sunday. The weather has been picture-perfect in Seattle the last week or so, and I blew off work on Friday to go up to Whidbey Island and take one of my favorite day hikes at Eby’s Landing, just west of Coupeville.
Saturday we kayaked around Elliott Bay in downtown Seattle, sort of an urban water experience on a day that couldn’t have been more conducive. It’s an interesting perspective on the city. The parasailor in the picture looks like he might have hired the ride in order to get a high - REALLY high - colonic enema from the fireboat that was practicing nearby. At Pier 67, a crew was doing a soundcheck for that evening’s Doors concert (Morrison’s DEAD, for god’s sake, and they were still asking $75 bucks a head!). Later, a cruise ship (boo!) set off to befoul the water between here and Alaska. And at the Edgewater Hotel, immortalized in a Zappa song called The Mud Shark, while no one was fishing out the window, folks were hanging out on their balconies and staring at the inscrutible deep.
