Walking on Alki, Pt. 3
In Seattle, the fall season, when the days are shorter, but the winter rains have not yet descended on the city, it can be a wonderful time to go for a walk. There are plenty of beautiful sunsets, and scenic vistas to enjoy.
It was with these thoughts in mind that Dad and Mongo returned to Alki Beach. Dad knew the good weather would not be around much longer, and with several business trips in the offing, neither would he. So he had a special surprise treat planned for Mongo on this trip.
Kitsap Color Classic
On the morning of the ride, Dad drove up to Edmonds, WA to the Cascade Bicycle Club Registration Point. After failing the impromptu test regarding his bib number, he was still able to remember his name, and the registration people gave him his t-shirt and bib. At least now, if anyone asked his bib number, he could turn around and they could read it off his back. Then, with a slight squeal of the brakes, Dad was rocketing down the hill towards the ferry dock.
When he arrived Dad remembered that he had not picked up a map for the ride. Since Dad does not have a GPS for the bike, maps are often key to successfully following the route. He considered the risk of riding without a map and decided he could follow the other cyclists. There were bound to be dozens of them along every stretch of the route. What could possibly go wrong? Read More…
Dad signed up for the Kitsap Color Classic group cycle ride with the Cascade Bicycle Club. Dad enjoys the club’s group rides. The people are friendly, the courses are interesting, and the huge numbers of bicycles on the road (more than a thousand) guarantees that motorists will take notice. But the past few weeks had been very busy for Dad, and he had not had time to train for the ride. So he figured he should at least get some riding in the weekend before the ride. Read More…
Total Chaos and Fur Underwear
It was rainy and cold outside. Dad was getting ready to make a quick dash out to the store.
The trash was full, so Dad grabbed the bag from the bin and changed it out. He turned and stood holding the trash bag while out the door at the sheets of rain pouring from the dark skies, and decided not to take the trash to the right then. He’d take his chances that the weather would be better when he got back. Dad left the bag by the back door and threw on his water-resistant climbing hoodie and bolted for the car.
And so Dad left Mongo sitting home alone with a big bag full of egg shells, coffee grounds, and bacon soaked paper towels.
Poor Mongo; as if it weren’t bad enough to be left home, Dad had to leave a tempting bag of goodies on the floor in the kitchen.
The first inkling that Dad received suggesting that all was not well at home was a text from Drewbie. Read More…