Alki Beach, Seattle, WA

Yesterday when we had asked the park staff if we could stay longer without moving spaces, they gave us an unqualified no. There was someone scheduled to stay in our space, and they couldn't be moved. Had they requested that space in particular? No. They just couldn't move him. It didn't make much sense to me, but it did mean that we had to try to find a better place to stay. First, however, we decided to go to a nice place for lunch. Being on the ocean, Brian felt that seafood would be a great choice, so he picked out a restaurant called Duke's on Alki Beach in Seattle.

We parked at the beach and crossed the street to the restaurant. As we were walking down the sidewalk, we passed this stand renting surreys, tandem bicycles, and other beachy vehicles. Brian said he would have preferred one of those things where the person pulls you in a cart, but we couldn't remember what it was called. So I asked Zorah. For some reason, I thought she would remember. Without hesitation, she answered "Rickshaw." Of course she was right. Brian was amazed. He loves it when she knows words that he doesn't. She claims to have learned it from the Amazing Race, showing once again that TV has its uses once the commercials are removed.

After lunch, which was delicious, we decided to take a walk on the beach. It was unique in our experience because of the surrounding landscape of mountains ringing the beach. I wanted to check our parking situation because I thought we were in a handicapped space, so I walked back up to the truck while Zorah and Brian went down to the water.

I came back to this, a sopping Zorah gleefully splashing through the ocean. "Shouldn't you have had her take her dress off first?" I asked Brian. "She didn't want to," he replied.

There you have it. This wouldn't have been so bad if we had brought a towel or an extra change of clothing.

I wasn't going to make her get out. She was having too much fun.

After a while, we went back up to the truck. Zorah was freezing by now, so we had her remove the wet clothes, which we hung on the handle of our hitch in the back of our truck so they could dry. Then we pretty much headed home.