As you can see, I’ve changed the title of the blog to better reflect who I am (after being retired for several years, and finally achieving my wishes and moving to Tacoma.
We got down in the storage room and moved some stuff around in preparation for getting the heavy stuff set up on Thursday.
About 10 o’clock we heard the sounds of a jet flying and it kept up, and kept up. Big Al went charging outside thinking someone was doing an air show, and it took us a little while to locate him, but there seemed to be an F-15 doing loops, barrel rolls, Immelmanns, low level passes and generally “slipping the surly bonds of earth” and “dancing the skies on laughter-silvered wings.” We hadn’t seen anything about an air show on the TV, or in the paper (when we read it), but he must have been performing for somebody out on the Sound. At any rate, we benefitted from being on top of the hill and getting a ring-side seat to the turns and high acrobatics. As Big Al said, “That’s the reason I wore blue for 20 years.”
After the impromptu air show, we went out for brunch. Following brunch we got in line for the ferry to Vashon Island.
The Tacoma Yacht Club is right next to the ferry slip, and we could see all the “toffs” sitting on the terrace, having cocktails on this glorious, sunny day. (Temperature when we left Point Defiance – 66 deg.)
But we really had a good time people watching and sitting on a bench looking at the sound.
We rode all the way (15 miles) to the northern end of the island where you can get a ferry to Fauntleroy (West Seattle) or Southport, and then we returned to Tahlequah (the landing at the south end) to catch the ferry back to Point Defiance.
We got to the landing just in time to see the ferry departing.
But it runs every hour, and I can think of worse ways to waste an hour than sitting in the sun watching the boats on the water, and listening to kids firing off firecrackers on the shore.
The tide was running pretty strongly and the captain really had to crab the boat to get it into the slip (but he’s handled much worse conditions – fog, wind, rain, etc. – before, and I feel sure a little thing like the tide coming in didn’t bother him).
Big Al seemed to like sitting in the car, while I jumped out and took pictures and felt the breeze in my face. (Temperature 72 deg)
The 15-minute crossing was uneventful, and we got back to Franke Tobey Jones in time for me to fix hot dogs for supper before we go up to see if we can see the fireworks over the sound from the second floor sunroom. They won’t happen until 10 pm because it’s light so late, so most of you, gentle readers, will already be in bed.
Happy Fourth of July to all of you!