This morning we had a breakfast of waffles, with some bacon bits mixed into the batter, topped by an over-easy egg. Compliments to the chef.
More boats came in throughout the day, filling up most of the finger pi
ers on the main dock. The larger boats, including us, are mostly moored along the inside of the breakwater dock. One boat of interest that arrived today was a Chris Craft sailboat. They were made for only a couple of years, and I’m not sure exactly when, but I think it was in the late 60’s or early 70’s. Steve Tomlinson, the guy who bought the Homestead a few years back, arrived in his boat, a late 40’s Chris Craft sedan called the Mudshark. We first got acquainted back in the mid 80’s when both the Mudshark and the Free Spirit were moored a couple slips apart at Berg’s Marina in Lake Union. We eventually discovered we both grew up in Lake Stevens, although several years apart. Steve’s cousin Carol Tomlinson was in my class. Anyway, way back then Steve said he always admired our house on the lake, and to let him know if it was ever going to be for sale. Ten years later, when we had decided to sell it, I came upon Steve at this very marina, asked if he was still interested and the rest is history.
Ray left his inhaler at home, and Erin and I made a couple of fruitless trips to the local pharmacy to see if the prescription for it could be transferred there so we could pick up another one. The pharmacist was unavailable both times, so we left a note for him to call us, which he never did. We quickly developed Plan B, which is to go to Kingston after we leave here. Kris and Mike can pick up the inhaler, walk on the ferry at Edmonds and come over for a visit, as the marina at Kingston is adjacent to the ferry dock.
Our registration fee included a “Buccaneer Barbecue” on the activity dock, with hamburgers and side dishes provided. We all walked the docks viewing the various boats, ending up in a relatively short line at the end of the dock, where we found ourselves queued up in the hamburger line. It was a production line, with servers doling out mayonnaise, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, pineapple rings and fried Walla Walla sweet onions. We didn’t get to touch anything ourselves, just point at the condiments we wanted. Also served was a dollop of potato salad and a spoonful of beans. We all returned to the boat to dine, as the dock there was fairly small and the live band there was cranked up to more amps than our boat could handle for sure. After we returned Ray discovered he’d forgotten to stop at one important station at the end of the line – the hamburger patty station. He decided his was an onion sandwich.
There are a few wireless connections floating about, but so far none have panned out for getting all the way through to the Internet, so this log shall accumulate for another day. Rest assured we’re taking photos of the boats here as well as the scenery and will eventually get things up to date.
This evening we played a game of Mexican Train dominos. The band is playing on and their music selection into the night is louder and less enjoyable than their daytime fare.
More boats came in throughout the day, filling up most of the finger pi
ers on the main dock. The larger boats, including us, are mostly moored along the inside of the breakwater dock. One boat of interest that arrived today was a Chris Craft sailboat. They were made for only a couple of years, and I’m not sure exactly when, but I think it was in the late 60’s or early 70’s. Steve Tomlinson, the guy who bought the Homestead a few years back, arrived in his boat, a late 40’s Chris Craft sedan called the Mudshark. We first got acquainted back in the mid 80’s when both the Mudshark and the Free Spirit were moored a couple slips apart at Berg’s Marina in Lake Union. We eventually discovered we both grew up in Lake Stevens, although several years apart. Steve’s cousin Carol Tomlinson was in my class. Anyway, way back then Steve said he always admired our house on the lake, and to let him know if it was ever going to be for sale. Ten years later, when we had decided to sell it, I came upon Steve at this very marina, asked if he was still interested and the rest is history.Ray left his inhaler at home, and Erin and I made a couple of fruitless trips to the local pharmacy to see if the prescription for it could be transferred there so we could pick up another one. The pharmacist was unavailable both times, so we left a note for him to call us, which he never did. We quickly developed Plan B, which is to go to Kingston after we leave here. Kris and Mike can pick up the inhaler, walk on the ferry at Edmonds and come over for a visit, as the marina at Kingston is adjacent to the ferry dock.
Our registration fee included a “Buccaneer Barbecue” on the activity dock, with hamburgers and side dishes provided. We all walked the docks viewing the various boats, ending up in a relatively short line at the end of the dock, where we found ourselves queued up in the hamburger line. It was a production line, with servers doling out mayonnaise, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, pineapple rings and fried Walla Walla sweet onions. We didn’t get to touch anything ourselves, just point at the condiments we wanted. Also served was a dollop of potato salad and a spoonful of beans. We all returned to the boat to dine, as the dock there was fairly small and the live band there was cranked up to more amps than our boat could handle for sure. After we returned Ray discovered he’d forgotten to stop at one important station at the end of the line – the hamburger patty station. He decided his was an onion sandwich.
There are a few wireless connections floating about, but so far none have panned out for getting all the way through to the Internet, so this log shall accumulate for another day. Rest assured we’re taking photos of the boats here as well as the scenery and will eventually get things up to date.
This evening we played a game of Mexican Train dominos. The band is playing on and their music selection into the night is louder and less enjoyable than their daytime fare.
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