South of the border

I was going for a bit of the Tacoma Narrows look here. Er, close but no cigar. Anyway, I posted this on facebook and one of my high school buddies commented something like, “Get off the grate!” In the inner lanes of the suspension section of the Big Mac, a steel grate replaces the pavement. When I was a kid and my dad would drive on the grate, I used to like to look out the window and down because you could see the water waaaaayyy down there. A little freaky for some people and I understood the comment but the outside (paved) lane was closed for construction. Don’t look down!


An unusual view from the path to the beach. Same app as the bridge pitcher: Hipstamatic, Dali lens (one of my faves), Big Up film.


I unpacked everything I was responsible for and put all of the rugs and furniture back in place in the living room (we had rolled up the rugs and moved them up off the floor to keep them from getting damp in our absence). And took a beach walk. We actually have some beach down at the Doelle end this weekend.


This is what that stretch of beach looked like earlier in the summer. Much of the time, we were walking in water.


It is a rainy day and we had an errand in town and nothing much to scrabble up for lunch, so we went to the Palace Saloon. I love the Palace and it is the perfect spot for a rainy day lunch. It’s been around for a long time but The Commander re-introduced us to it a couple years before she died. I was kind of flabbergasted at the time. I seem to remember her sort of turning up her nose at it many years ago. It’s a barrrooooom, don’tcha know! But she took us there and picked exactly where she wanted to sit and knew exactly what she wanted to order. The Comm could be a pretty good piece of work.

In the last year of her life when she became a frequent flyer on the bus ambulance, the Palace became one of our go-to restaurants. The food is good, the service is uber-friendly, and when you order a glass of whine, you get a *glass* of whine, not a couple of ounces in the bottom of a big glass. It’s been over a year since I’ve eaten there and I was surprised to see that they had done some redecorating. It looks beautiful. We sat in a booth and this is what the wall looks like.


Later on, after I had prepped a bunch of stuff for dinner and someone located the long lost keys to the Motor Bote engine, I took another beach walk. This time I took an umbrella.


Speaking of driving on the grate over the Big Mac, NPR is just now running a story about a guy who makes a living driving people with gephyrophobia over I forget which bridge.

4 Responses to “South of the border”

  1. Sam Says:

    You are so hip, KW, you’ve got NPR following your lead in choosing topics!

  2. Margaret Says:

    Wow, I didn’t know there was such a thing. I get a bit scared driving over the Narrows Bridge because it’s a long way down. (and the first one did blow down in a windstorm!) The second one has a grate too, not sure about the newest bridge. (probably does as a safety precaution) I’m going to check out that saloon place; I’m sure it’s nicer and prettier than the Salty Dawg Saloon in Alaska! 😉

  3. Margaret Says:

    I’ll take a fajita with all the sides. 🙂 ESPECIALLY the guac, which I have a huge weakness for.

  4. Tonya Says:

    I read about the Chesapeake Bay bridge, which is very very long and that many people are too frightened to drive over it so they hire people to drive their car across. I did the Google “street view” of the bridge and “drove” it. Heh heh. Bridges don’t frighten me in the least. To me, it’s just a road. (Although I LOVE peering at the water!)