As the days get shorter, many animals start their preparations for winter. The creatures need to lay in supplies, or store up body fat for hibernation. Dad’s excuse for his belly is the latter.
This morning, Mongo found another apple on his morning walk, and was noshing away when he should have been fetching the paper. As Dad came back down the stairs from the mailbox, a sudden movement caught his eye. He turned his head to see what it was. Read More…
With the long days of summer gone, there are more and more lights on around the Sound. As the days have grown shorter, Dad and Mono’s trips to their favorite park have closer and closer to starting in twilight. Before too long they’ll need a headlamp to go on their walks. But at this time of year, on a warm Indian Summer night, the Puget Sound area can be a beautiful place to take a walk.
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.
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…