Monday we went to Everett to get our car serviced at the dealership where we bought it a few months back. However, when we got there, the dealership said despite the postcard they sent us telling us to come in, it wasn't due for service. So, we drove to Everett for nothing.
Wanting to make lemonade out of lemons, we decided to go a bit further norther to Mukilteo. It's a gorgeous little town right on the Sound - very picturesque.
There's a park near the ferry terminal, with a pretty lil' lighthouse.
On the grounds of the park is a plaque letting us know Capt. George Vancouver and crew anchored off shore in 1792, and came aground at the point. They named the place Rose Point after all the wild roses growing.
The lighthouse was built in 1906, and it's one of the few wooden lighthouses in the Pacific Northwest. Listed on the National Register of Historic Places, it has a fixed non-rotating Fresnel lens and a modern fog signal, both of which help boaters navigate the area during inclement weather.
It's not tall as far as lighthouses go - just 36 steps to the top - but it gets the job done. Out front there's an old steel triangle that was used to get the attention of folks back in the day. It's still plenty loud!
PLANE AS DAY: We're still whittling down the pile of swag from the Seattle Science Expo more than a month ago. Tuesday afternoon, the kids read a colorful brochure from The Boeing Company and the International Association of Machinists and Aerospace Workers. It was called "How Do Things Get Made? ... Like and Airplane."
CJ and Annabelle followed the directions and were happy with their paper flyers. The crafts both did loop-de-loops quite well.
COASTAL: We've had a string of gorgeous days, and we're trying to take full advantage, even if it just means popping down to the kayak launch about five minutes from our house for a half hour of sun and surf.
It was low tide when we arrived. The kids wasted no time wading into the water, which they reported was warmer than usual.
The tide started coming in as they sloshed around not too far from the rocky beach. Pretty soon, it looked like Annabelle was way out in the sound!
I sat on the barnacle-covered beach, watched the kids and flipped over a few rocks, looking for crabs. It only took me three rocks before I found this camouflaged guy.
He was the color of a frog and a the size of a quarter. Interesting.
DOWN SOUTH: Wednesday we did the I-5 day tripper to Vancouver and back. Our goal was to visit a beloved family member who's very, very ill. It was a long day and tough thing to do, but we're so glad we made the trip.
While my mom and I went visiting, the kids and Grandpa R played 18 holes of putt putt golf at the iconic Steakburger restaurant on Highway 99 in Hazel Dell.
Oh gosh, the memories I have there of when I was a kid. My mom and I went there after we concluded our visit, we headed to Steakburger to meet them. I couldn't help but look around for the jukebox, hoping to plug a quarter in and hear "Indian Reservation (Cherokee People)" by Paul Revere and the Raiders. But the jukebox was nowhere to be seen. :/
However, they still had around a couple dozen flavors of thick milkshakes, and CJ had his first 'Steakburger.' He loved it, except for the pickle, which caused him to shudder dramatically, LOL. But he powered through it.
Hadn't visited that lighthouse since I was CJ's age. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAnd that was 18 holes, too!