Seattle, 090909

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"090909" is an auspicious day for numerology geeks. The news media keeps saying that "9" is a lucky number for the Chinese, but I've never heard that. "8" yes, but not "9".
Still, it was neat that we spent our first full day Seattle-geeking at Dash point and Tacoma, re-visiting
Dash Point is a large beach park outside of Kent, Washington. The beach is very flat, so the tides are somewhat dramatic. This is also the famous (in our group's lore) squirting clam beach: when the tide goes out, you can stomp on the sand and a forest of small geysers erupts as the clams retreat into their shell, squirting water into the air. Lots of sand dollars, too (from large, furry ones to teeny pin-sized shells).
I love Dash Point because it's relatively dog-friendly. Lots of off-leash time and, in R0ndo's case, Frisbee time. Apache wasn't too happy here (not afraid, just not happy)-- so I spent some time creating a sun-dot that she could chase and her anxiety was forgotten.

The already dramatic view was enhanced by a large tanker going by and by a pair of ospreys hunting over the water. Tracy also spotted a mountain beaver foraging right in front of our cars (I wasn't fast enough to get a good shot before it scuttled to brush). It looked like a large, grey guinea pig.
We had time to kill before dinner at "The Rock"-- Tracy's favorite pizza&beer place. Point Defiance Park is a large park and zoo neat Tacoma and killing some time at the park with the dogs sounded good to me (plus, it would give Apache some chill-time).

As you can see from the pic, Apache was back to her old, annoying self. They are like football players running passing scrimmages: R0ndo the wide-receiver and Apache running defensive interference. It's great to see them both so full of themselves. Much thanks to
We also distracted ourselves with horse-chestnut hoops and (for the dogs) rolling in some mysterious substance (from an herbivore, thank Ghod).
Off to The Rock (which doesn't show up on my GPS for some reason). Rootbeer for me, some pale cider-y thing for Tracy and something dark and evil for Steve.

After that, it was back home and a wonderful Seward Park dogwalk. The lake was glass-still and the air still warm. The more I'm re-encountering Seattle, the more I miss it already.
Puyallup Fair tomorrow!
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We mostly went for the rodeo and to pet chickens (the latter being Tracy's passion). I love the hobby exhibits: I feel less broken seeing what other crap people collect...
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Gouieducks! When I was _very_ young, my family was at first Olympia, and then at Ft. Lewis, from 1961 to 1963 - during the '62 World's Fair. I remember hearing on TV a folksong about the famous clams of Puget Sound, with the mantle which extended three times the length of the shell, and how hard it was to dig for them, as they were very sensitive to vibration; I've often wondered if they were tasty enough to be worth the effort.
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Apparently geoducks (sp?) are good "meat" clams-- chop 'em up for chowder and that kind of thing. Not as tasty as smaller clams, but lots of chewy flesh for soups and stuff.
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Scott
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Congratulations on the mountain beaver sighting...that is a very rare, shy animal. How wonderful to see one.
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Tracy thought it was a feral guinea pig or something (it looks just like a guinea pic, actually). Steve was the first to propose "mountain beaver" as a possible candidate. After learning it was a mtn beaver, we were doubly impressed, as they're usually not out in the day.
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Personally, I don't mind-- makes hiking and dog walks easier.
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Sadly, I won't make it out to the Fair as I'm trying to finish things up for RainFurrest next weekend, otherwise I'd offer to get together. Have fun out there!
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Fun trip! :)
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I'll be at the Fair tomorrow evening, still offering to make dinner one night for y'all while you're up here.