It may be after Labor Day and you may not be wearing your white shoes anymore
come on, people!, but Mother Nature’s still squeaking out some glorious warm days in the Pacific Northwest.
We took advantage and headed to the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival (an easy, 1 1/2 hour drive from Bainbridge Island) on one of those days.The place was packed, three boats thick, on the docks.
You may not know this
cuz no one listens to me around here! but the Hubs used to be a liveaboard on his own 65′ wooden boat (motorized) in Alaska, so it was with great trepidation I made this outing with him.
Anything could happen, right?
He could get smitten with another
bloodsucking, bank-draining, time-hoarding, soul-crushing wooden boat. He could talk so long with boat owners I’d need IV fluids and a stretcher. He could get fascinated with the tool demonstrations of metal cutting wood and then cutting it over again, and again. and probably again and we’d never leave!
While the Hubs talked to the boat people, the Kid and I went aboard boats. Some had the living situation all figured out.We saw several built-in bathtubs
this ALMOST changes everything.Mood lighting, anyone?
We did eat pretty well.And took in some fantastic views.Every boat should have a hammock, don’t you think?Are you, or have you ever been, a boat person?
Spring is springing on Bainbridge Island,
my nose is running, the neighbor’s rooster is crowing cuz the Hubs hasn’t beheaded it yet, and our seeds are attracting some colorful eaters (even the ones we planted in dirt *raises angry fist*).
And also a toofastforphoto hawk. I sometimes wonder if I am offering seeds to the birds or birds to the hawk…
If you couldn’t figure out who was hiding last week, here he is out and proud, American Goldfinch in his mating colors.
Sure, he looks all cool and collected, but he had to make an effort as those seeds got lower in the container. Streeeetch. Goldfinch tippy toes. But it worked.Nearby, but not on the feeder (perhaps smarter and safer
and harder to get a clear picture of?), a Yellow-Rumped Warbler.He was zigzagging all over the branches… under leaves, snacking, a real busy body. What’s funny to me is I had it noted in the bird book that he was here April ’09 and ’12, and here he is again. The dude is consistent.
Another jumpy set wouldn’t even hang around if I got anywhere close to the windows, Band-Tailed Pigeons. They’re big and piggy and very skittish. I like to hear them coo‘ing from the trees. Here’s a closer shot I’ve posted before. I had to sit and wait, very still
with my feet up while sipping tea like a real wildlife photographer. And way up high, an oldie but a goodie, right? the Bald Eagle. While down on the ground, ignoring every bird except that danged woodpecker who taunts chirps real loud…the lazy, spoiled wirehaired pointing griffon.
Life is good.
Just in case you’re interested in things beyond grated zucchini (as if that’s not enough for a person), you may want to read my guest blog post, 5 Bainbridge Island fall activities your family will love, up at Seattle’s King 5 Best of Western Washington site, which will be announcing regional winners next week.
They have a few other blog posts you may enjoy, including Top 5 Western Washington Beer Bars and 5 Seattle Area Dog Parks to Delight Your Small Dog (although not necessarily in that order…dog park first? beer later? beer first?).
Hello, my name is Wendy and I am addicted to houseboat tours.
Every other year, the Seattle Floating Homes Association hosts a tour of houseboats. And I go and I go. This year may have been my 4th, or possibly 5th.
I’m fascinated by the whole scene. They’re all so different, some very quirky, some Architectural Digest. It pulls me in like a giant belt buckle to a magnet. Or rain to Seattle…
I’m sure I romanticize the whole existence
like I do with so many other people or things.
I’m the first to admit the reality of living on a houseboat may not be so great. First off, there’s no garage to park in
oh, yeah, like when the Hubs filled my side of the garage with tools years ago….
Also, there are beavers to battle for possession of your stuff
like the Kid and the Dog. And God forbid, you get less than sober and slide right off your wet, Seattle wooden dock and into the drink yeah, there’s really no comparison here. Brrrrr.
But there is all this to counterbalance that….
So, who’s in for 2014?!