13 Hours

We left our house a bit before 9 AM, and got home sometime before 10 PM.
The short version = walk, Art Museum, Soccer Game, Baseball Game, bus, walk.

The longer version.

Walk:
We wanted to walk downtown, just for some exercise.
I have also wanted to walk over the Aurora Bridge. It is a very high bridge. Here is a picture of it being built. The bridge spans the ship canal between Lake Union and the Puget Sound. It is a high bridge, not a draw bridge. Last ship out, or you’re staying in.

Aurora Bridge under construction

It also has the dubious distinction of having the second most suicide/attempts in the US. 1st place stays with the Golden Gate Bridge. The relatively low outer rail and fast traffic made the bridge daunting to me as a walker in the past. As part of the suicide prevention efforts (and to help the people who live and work near the landing zone) they recently erected a higher outer fence. So it was time for me to walk the bridge. It looks like they are still working on the new bits, or maybe this is just regular maintenance. In any event it meant that the lane next to us was blocked from traffic – nicer for walking.

Bridge work - the workers are actually under the bridge

Carl – starting over (east side, north to south). I am sure many of us played punch-bug for VWs growing up. Double punch for the VW bus. More recently Carl’s kids have been playing Pinch Mini for Mini-Coopers. (Jet says you just say it, and you don’t really pinch.) We have now added Pucker Prius. You have to kiss every time you see a Prius. [In Seattle that can really slow down a walk.]

Together.

On the bridge

Have I mentioned how much I appreciate that we do things together? I think a lot of people tend to pigeon-hole Carl to baseball, and he is a fanatic, but also so much more.

View to the east – a marina, houseboats (Sleepless in Seattle?), a dry dock (looks like a boat with an open end), and GasWorks park.

North Lake Union Waterfront

View to the southeast – downtown in the distance.

Towards downtown

Good manmade straight lines. I just saw a NOVA on fractals. The repetition of fractals in nature vs the smooth lines of man. And noting artists who had utilized fractals in making their depictions more “lifelike,” long before the word fractal was coined. Very interesting, and I find myself looking for the fractal repetition in all sorts of things as we move along our route.

A few paddlers taking advantage of the beautiful Seattle summer. (Finally!)

Paddle board (the newest trend) and kayaks

Having crossed the bridge it is time to make our way down to the lake level. Notice how they show you where to land at the bottom if you trip.

Don't trip

There are many travel modes available to get to the south end of Lake Union.
Car, trolley (SLUT), bus, foot, bicycle, boat, and float plane.

float plane

The South Lake Union park has been completely redone/re-created over the last several years.
Here is a new pedestrian crossing of a small arm of the lake.

Pedestrian Bridge

A big boat, for the big lakes.

The Queen of Seattle

A small pond for small boats.

The Armory, soon to be the new home of the Museum of History & Industry (MOHAI).

The Armory

From South Lake Union it was into downtown proper. View of the butt end.

Not Carl silly, the monorail (look up)
Found the local Potbelly (Ashlan’s employer, about 3000 miles east). We did not order anything this time. We just were not hungry yet, but now we know where it is. (just south of Westlake Square, west side of the street.)

Seattle Potbellys

Seattle Art Museum.
Our first destination.

Hammering Man

Not many pictures. The exhibits we visited were all, “No Photographs”
We did view a small exhibit on “The American Pastime.” Some pictures of really old teams (1880’s) and a couple of Jacob Lawrence pieces that we really enjoyed. There was also a shot of a sign in Fenway Park stating that if a person could pitch, they did not care what the color of their skin was. Of course, they were the last team to integrate, so maybe somebody really did care. There were some photographs of integrated teams before the “Gentleman’s Agreement” that the teams should be fair-skinned.

After we left SAM it was time to move towards Qwest CenturyLink Field for the Sounders game.
We were not the only folks making this trek.

Sounder crowds arriving

This is one point in time that Seattle’s streets may have been more crowded than those in the Big Apple.

Soccer Game
The Sounders game against the Columbus Crew was great fun. (No pictures because I did not take out the camera. Too busy watching.) They won 6-2. For the MSL Sounders this was the most goals scored in a match (6), a half (4), and the fastest three goals in club history (17 minutes). Carl had chosen Neagle as the Man of the Match. Neagle scored 3 of the goals, so Carl won a lottery ticket.

Following the game we went to F.X. McRorys for dinner. We scratched of the ticket, hoping it would pay for dinner. No luck. I had a salmon sandwich and Carl had a blue cheese bacon burger. Judging by how quickly we both finished our meals, the food was excellent. (Or we were really hungry.) On to our destination.

Baseball Game
It was a bobblehead giveaway game. The “player” was Larry Bernandez. Here he is handing out bobbleheads himself at the Home Plate entrance. (We entered at the Centerfield gate.)

The man with his bobbleheads

We started batting practice in right field seats. Carl collected more than his share of baseballs, gave away a few, and then we headed over to the bullpens. Carl had been talking with Juan Nieves (White Sox coach) the previous day, and had returned with an old Brewers #20 jersey, and a baseball card documenting Nieves no-hitter for the Brewers on 4-15-1987. He signed both. We also discussed potential places where and my relatives could have crossed paths. But, he is from Santurce, Puerto Rico, in the mountains, and my relatives are from the coastal areas (Ponce, Mayagaez and Cabo Rojo (did I get these correct?).)

Later Larry threw out the first pitch.

Larry Bernandez

All I can say is it is good to know that some highly paid players still know that the game is just a game, and can poke fun at themselves. After all, he did win the Cy Young last year. [For those that are not in the Seattle TV market, this is all based on a commercial from the start of the year.]

We did not sit in our regular seats at the baseball game. They had been purchased by others from Eugene Oregon through a charity auction (by our good friends the Dixon’s, of Eugene). We were sitting along the first-base line, in the second row. Great seats, but I must admit there were things I much prefer about our seats. 1) Our seats have more leg room. These seats are normal depth, but there is precious extra room. With my bag (full of bobbleheads under my seat) I had nowhere to put my shoes when I tried to give my feet some air. In our seats we can hang our bags over the fence in front of our seats. 2) In our seats you look squarely at the field. These seats were canted to angle the seat more towards home plate, but you still have to look left the entire game. And it makes it harder to speak with anyone to your right.

Alternate View of the field

One of the highlights of the game was in a between inning moment when they focused on an elderly, but spry-looking, woman in front of a sign that said, “It’s Nana’s 100th birthday!” The entire crowd was cheering and on their feet. She stood up and took a brief bow. I sure hope I can do the same on my 100th.

The White Sox were able to match the Columbus Crew score of 2, but the Mariners were not able to match the Sounder’s 6, and lost 2-0. So we trudged off to our final segments of the day.

Bus
Out of the stadium and over to the bus/light rail tunnel.
As we descended to the south end of the International Station, we could see a 73 bus at the north end. But it was finishing loading, and we were not up to a screaming, arms flailing run. So we waited about 10 minutes when a 71 bus arrived. Luckily the U District is well served by buses. Any of the 70’s will do.

It was a crowded ride, but we had seats. I know I really didn’t want to be on my feet any more than necessary at that point. By the time we reached our stop, most standers had found seats.

Walk:
We had about a 5-6 block walk home. (Someday I will actually count the blocks.) We started out following the rowdies from the bus, but they found home (or a party) after about 1/2 block, so we were on our own.

The couch was a little too inviting, and swallowed me whole until some time in the middle of the night. Carl, on the other hand, did dishes and went to bed in the bed.

All in all, a good day.
I love it when I get to spend an entire day with my husband, doing nothing but fun things.

3 Responses to “13 Hours”

  1. kayak woman Says:

    1) I am not categorically afraid of bridges (I remember crossing the Big Mac the first night it was open and umpteen million times since) but I would be nervous about the low rail and fast traffic too. (For those who aren’t familiar with the Big Mac, it is open only to motorized freeway-able vee-hickles.)

    2) I have *never* thought of Carl as a one-dimensional baseball person. Think of all the children he has helped bring up, just for one thing. One heckuva great guy!

    3) You may not have photooos from inside the museum but I loooved all of the other photoooos.

    4) Couches regularly swallow me up until sometime in the middle of the night 🙂

    Cheers!

  2. Margaret Says:

    What a wonderful walk and photos!! Thanks for sharing all the anecdotes and descriptions. I don’t get up to Seattle much–never heard of Potbellys. I don’t know Carl except through the blog, so I didn’t consider him a baseball fanatic. (more than I am though certainly) Love the car games, lol at the Prius comment. Here too!!

  3. regenaxe Says:

    Cool post! A week’s worth of material, all in one post.

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