Anxious to see the many water ports, we hopped on a local ferry. Just wanting to enjoy the ride we didn’t leave the boat. The sights and smells of the gray, rhythmic water, calls of sea birds waiting for passengers to toss out the last of their own croissants or danishes, and the skyline against the gray, blue and cloudy skies, was to be leisurely enjoyed.
The Fremont Troll is a colossal statue, his hand crushing a Volkswagen Beetle with a California license plate. Was this a not so subtle statement about the invasion of California that changed so much of the face of Seattle and the surrounding area? I’m sure someone like my mother would be the first one to clamber up and try to poke out his one good eye represented by a hubcap. She grew up in the Northwest and eye witnessed California’s migration made even more insulting by a McDonald’s bag of trash carelessly thrown out of a California license plated car.
Maybe….it was a volkswagen…I will ask her.
I wonder if living in a house on the water lifestyle would be my “style”.
Since it’s not on the top of my list of to-dos I may never know.
The Ballard Locks was surround by the abundant fall landscape bringing out the rich historical architecture. I loved seeing the ships come in from the salt water of the Puget Sound and pass into the fresh water of Lake Washington through the ship canal.
The Botanical Gardens north of the locks is a beautiful park at anytime of year but today, perfectly colored in rich oranges, reds and browns seemed it could never be more lovelier. We strolled around in bittersweet silence knowing we would soon return home. Sad to leave but happy to return home is the sign of a perfect vacation.