Where to start?
Sunday Morning 7ish: Matt and I are racing down Pike to get down to Pier 69 so that we can catch the Victoria Clipper to go to the Tulip festival. Now 7ish on a Sunday morning is EARLY, but I was told by the reservations lady at Grey Line that we needed to get there between 7:15 and 7:30 so the boat can leave at 8:00. First of many "tales" we were told. :) We got there about 7:55, but managed to get on board. According to our tickets the boat wasn't supposed to leave until 8:15. Thank goodness we didn't get there at 7:15 or we both woulda been quite pissy. As predicted, except for the families with children, we are the youngest people on the boat by many many years! There is this one group of old women sitting nearby. They giggled over everything! Including 6 of them sharing 1 can of diet coke with 6 straws. Hysterical I'm telling you. Other notable people... we had Danny Zuko (from Grease) on our boat... Black high top Chuck Gordons, Black shorts, Black leather jacket. The first time I walked by I thought he was the older brother of the kids that were with him (maybe 11ish and 8ish), then realized nope, he's their dad. Eeep. Several mad scientist types wandering aboard with the giant white Albert Einstein hair.
Sunday 10ish: We get off the boat at La Connor. La Connor is a cute little town. With a main street. And. That's. It. We had like 3 hours to kill there. We wandered up the block and down the block and ducked into a little woodshop. They had beautiful pieces. An older gentleman was arguing with the shopkeeper about debit cards etc. I wasn't really following it but basically he came off as paranoid about new technology. I wonder where that stereotype comes from. ;) Hit a lunch spot where we could sit on the deck. It wasn't that fabulous. Wandered around town and finally killed enough time to join the throng of old people in line to get on the busses. For the first time ever in my life, being at the end of the line got me something good. (although this was 100% illogical the way they loaded these busses). There was one of the really nice busses in the front of the line and one of the olde rless nice busses in the back. Logic would've dictated that they would've loaded the front bus with the people in the front of the line and the back bus with the people in the back of the line. This is not what they did. They moved all the people from the front of the line to the back bus and loaded them first (presumably since they were in the front of the line?) Then we moved up and got on the fancy bus. Where we met Linda our tourguide. Just a note, prior to getting on the bus we were all almost killed by back bus driver as he turned on the road and we kept inching out of the way but were not really able to get far enough out of the way. During this potential death line, everyone got out of order, but in what I found a simply fascinating thing, all the old people remembered where they belonged in line and got right back into their proper spots. WTF? Nobody does that! Matty P and I (being the snarky pair that we are) go immediately to the way back of the bus. We get going and head for our first stop "Tulip Town". On the way tourguidelinda is telling us stories about the area. She must've said really about 100 times in the 10 minute drive. Everything is really gorgeous, or really beautiful, or really interesting. She also had that annoying tourguide habit of talking to the people up close to her and then answering into the speaker so we had to invent the other half of her conversation. She pointed out fascinating facts like in the fall you can go up and go to roadside stands where the farmers of the area sell their wares. And how we can smell the broccoli and cauliflower in the fall. (I think that's a nice way of saying it stinks in the area in the fall).
To be continued later...
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