Wednesday morning we were in line early for the ferry from Tacoma to Vashon Island.
The past couple of days in Tacoma had been unseasonably warm but it was plenty brisk on the ferry.
The whole family came over for the day and since the weather cooperated, it was a water play kinda day. In spite of Lexi having responsibly slathering herself with sun screen, Ian wanted her to cover up in his orange t-shirt, plus he also he wanted to be able to keep his eye on her. Her cousins are struggling to make the Corcle work as a two-man operation.
Alexia got a chance to take the Corcle out and she nailed it.
Jason decided she was ready to kayak and the next thing I knew, she nailed that too. In fact, she kayaked until her arms were exhausted.
Low tide called for some scavenging.
The difference between low and high tide on Puget Sound at that parallel is mind boggling. This is low tide.
This is high tide.
We played a rousing game of Bring Your Own Book, ate Shrimp Boil for dinner and the family caught the ferry back to Tacoma, leaving us with perfection for three more days.
This was twilight on Puget Sound with Mt Rainer in the background.
This was our last evening and I milked the twilight until I was driven indoors.
It seemed like no time at all until we were back on the ferry, headed back to Oregon.
The tide that morning was super low and you can see how low by how high the ramp was compared to the ferry deck. Alison told me that there are times when the tide is so low that the ferry simply cannot run. People have to wait to cross until the tide comes in. What a different world from mine.
We arrived in Tacoma late Monday afternoon. The plan was to walk a 1.3 mile trail downhill through an old growth forest and meet Allison after work at a seafood restaurant. The walk down was beautiful. The walk up was something else!
The cousins take a break and pose for the grandmas.
Tuesday morning after breakfast Rochelle drove us to downtown Tacoma for a visit to MOG (the Museum of Glass) and lunch at The Swiss, a historic eatery. The old railway station is in the background, now the courthouse, and is also filled with art glass.
My favorite part of MOG is the hot room where visiting artists and their crews work in a seemingly effortless choreography of glass making.
On display is an example of the work in progress, glass set into a ceramic base -
That is created on this ceramic 3-D printer.
And after 30 minutes it’s ready to insert into a ceramic mold that’s held firmly in a bucket of damp sand. This is one of the guest artists.
There’s a dramatic flare of fire, as if in protest.
And what comes out is glass in the shape of a giant quartz crystal. I could have stayed in their arena all day but lunch was beckoning.
I didn’t leave myself much time to zip through the gallery which was filled with the impressive work of Albert Paley, who also just happens to be a printmaker, and then it was time to go!
Our trip to Fort Nisqually had to be a quick one but Allison was in costume and we got to spend about 15 minutes with her before she had to lead a group on a “lock room” escape.
Alexia loves to “teach” Gus things and apparently he likes what she teaches.
We walked the two blocks from Rochelle’s charming bungalow to Jason and Ali’s charming bungalow for dinner. Tacoma is a sea of bungalows! The kids played a card game.
Wednesday morning found us in a line for the Vashon Island ferry.
Alexia has been on the ferry to Ellis Island but this was her first time on a car ferry. We are still on the island until tomorrow morning.
We decided to drive home on Hwy 84 through the Columbia River gorge so we could stop at the Bonneville fish hatchery which is just below the Bonneville Dam. It’s a huge facility and the most of ponds were filled with 4” baby fish. Big fish happen in the fall. We were surprised when a blue heron took flight from one of the cages near us and landed on another cage before taking flight. I had no idea they were so huge!. Alexia was entertained by feeding the trout, then told us that her hands smelled like fish!
The grounds are well manicured, absolutely beautiful and very unhatchery like. This little house holds the viewing window so you can watch the sturgeon swim in their pond.
Reflections on the Sturgeon Pond.
We stopped at the Peter Skene Ogden rest stop so see if anyone was bungee jumping. It’s a very steep and deep canyon.
There were jumpers and there’s someone at the bottom of the bungee in fact. This gorge was cut by the Crooked River.
Alexia plays Pokémon and wanted to go down to the Old Mill District Sunday afternoon for the Community Pokémon day and also their celebration of two years as a game.
There a lot of people walking around, staring at their phones, and also a lot of people sharing information and giving advice. There were also a lot of people floating the river. It was over at 2:00 and I was ready well before that to leave. My dogs were barking!
She asked me if I would mind giving her a knitting lesson again to see if maybe she could get it this time. I started trying to teach her four or five years ago and still had her yarn and needles. I think it’s all the hours of flute practice, but she got it. Her first try had a number of mistakes so she asked me to show her how to cast off and then we started again. She has about 8” knitting since yesterday and last night when Ian said goodnight, she told him that she was going to bed to but first she needed to finish her row. Spoken like a true knitter!!
Yesterday was my volunteer day at the High Desert Museum and she’s so skinny that the costume she wore last year still fit her. We were on a lunch break with with non-period appropriate brown bags - oops. It was 97 degrees, the hottest day of the year so far, and we ended up leaving an hour early. After all, we’re volunteers!
She pointed our this sign to me. It’s new and tickled my funny bone.
She asked if we could go back to the museum today since it’s been years since she’s gotten to see the exhibits. Miss Emily was going to light the wood stove at the Miller Ranch House and bake cookies today which Lexi was anxious to see. Emily is getting better with her wood stove cooking, and in spite of them being rich and very buttery, Lexi ate four of her them. We both love that museum but after being on our feet for almost four hours, we decided to skip Summerfest, a craft festival in downtown Bend. We had planned on that this morning but when she pulled the plug on that plan, I wasn’t sorry in the least. It’s 93 degrees. My dogs are barking again!
She and I worked in the community garden of our church this morning and she wants to go to church with me tomorrow morning. We’re going to Redmond after lunch so she can see Uncle Matt and Aunt Julia’s new house and pack our bags sometime in between since we need to leave Monday morning at 7:00 for Tacoma. We didn’t get a housesitter until Tuesday so that’s a relief. It’s been a busy week.
The Japanese Tea Gardens far exceeded my expectations. Even with the many visitors I had a feeling of privacy, rest and peace.
I was inspired by the deliberate placement of color and shapes, something I hope to be able to apply here in our high desert yard.
We walked over the koi ponds on wooden walkways. The fish were huge!
Reflections on a koi pond!
Alexia really wanted to have tea in their tea house which was absurdly expensive but the experience was absolutely worth it. I’ll forget what we paid for it but I’ll never forget that we did it.
When we left, the line for admission snaked around the ticket building and down the street. Boy was our timing good. We walked the 1.3 miles back downhill to the Goose Point Max stop - ouch my feet! - and stopped for a late lunch in downtown Portland at the Rock Bottom Brewery. The Max ticket is for all day so you can get off and on at will. Our ticket doesn’t say “Senior” it says “Honored Citizen” - so special. We saw this guy from our table, doing his part “Keep Portland Weird.”
We got to MacKenzie Stadium a little before 6:00 for the 7:00 DCI show. The first band was from the National Guard for the national anthem, and The Battalion from Salt Lake City were cued up to be the first performance band of the evening. Parking is always the problem so people continued to pour in through the first couple of the nine competing bands. Grandson Logan’s performance was our reason for the trip. All the rest of frosting.
The percussion section includes xylophones and marimbas in addition to the drums on the field. Only half of the performance is music; the other half is dancers, flag corps and “baton” twirlers who also use wooden rifles. It’s wonderful and exhausting to watch. When the brass instuments turnEdit to the stands and unload their music full volume, my hair stands on end. We watched the last band from the top of the stands and then bolted for the car, us and a whole lot of other people. Last year it took us over an hour to get out of the parking lot. As it was we got back to the hotel about 11:00.
We stayed at a Best Western by the airport and our suite had a separate room for Lexi, all paid for with credit card points. It was an easy off and on the freeway, so with the total breakfast they served downstairs we were on the road home by 9:00. And I can see that I’ll need to finish up with a third post. This one is long enough.