Another slow start because we can and because we're giving the fog time to burn off. Today it happened around noon while we were in route to
Chittenden Locks which allow boats to travel between salt water Puget Sound and freshwater Lakes Union & Washington. We had never before seen locks and this experience was very cool! When the locks were built, they blocked the natural salmon migration, so 18 "salmon steps" were built to help the salmon get from Puget Sound into the lakes where they were returning to spawn and die.
We had lunch at a little fish place across from the Locks and having had enough fried food the night before, ordered fish tacos (no comments from the peanut gallery). When our tacos arrived we were surprised to see that the marinated fish chunks were replaced by a large slab of fried Halibut slathered in tarter sauce and draped in red cabbage. But we do confess to eating it all.
On the the Space Needle where we took a few photos but elected not to go to the top due to Phyllis' fear of heights and her unwillingness to eat her fried Halibut taco twice. Across from the Space Needle was the Duck Boat Tours where we contemplated getting on the boat and looking like jackasses with yellow duck beak quackers. NOT!
We then set off to find the house boats.............you know, where Sleepless in Seattle was filmed.
G- What did Fran say? Take another right? This is not the right way.
P- Well, since I don't know the right way and neither do you, we have to listen to Fran.
G- Fran is full of shit because I can see the water and that is the port, so I know there are no houseboats. Plus, we've already gone in a big circle.
P- Don't yell at me because Fran is an asshole!
G- You see what happens when you start getting too comfortable with Fran? Was she drinking while we were at Qwest Field? I wish a had a damn map!!!
P- Gina, Fran has been doing a good job. Let me see if we can give her a new address and she will "recalculate".
After following Fran's advice and going in circles for about an hour, she recalculated and finally got us to the boathouses which have Keep Out signs everywhere and you can't even go on the docks. Whah!
Needing a drink after that unfruitful fiasco, we headed to the Fremont neighborhood which was supposed to be laden with microbreweries and is considered one of Seattle's funkiest districts. Plus, it was almost time for the Thursday night Saints game. We finally found a place called Norm's, which thankfully had really great beer, because soon discovered that the Saints game was not being televised in Seattle. Whah! Again!!!
Fremont is also the home of the gigantic bridge troll, so we strolled over for a photo and walked back to the car along the river before heading back to Alyce's house.
