Thursday, August 23, 2018

Walk the beach

Stroupini and Kadizzle walked the walked the beach of Port Townsend and shot the breeze. Strange to be on the ocean after being a prairie dog for so long. The train line down out of the mountains was great.  Going through the longest train tunnel in the United States was interesting. Kadizzle looked up the history of the Stevens Pass Tunnel.  Amazing what they did in 1929 building a seven mile tunnel high in the Cascades. 

It appears we may be able to meet Darch farther north by sailing up toward Canada. Plans will have to be made to meet Darch on Saturday.

Kadizzle should have been a bum.  Yesterday as we had lunch Kadizzle was walking into a nice little cafe.  In front of the nice little shop two men were sitting there enjoying lunch.  One man had ordered a very nice pizza.  In a joking manner Kadizzle looked at the pizza and said " Are you going to eat all that pizza".   The man said no, take a piece.  Kadizzle explained to the man it was just an attempt a humor and not a serious request.  The man insisted Kadizzle share the pizza.  Kadizzle took a piece and a conversation started. The intent had been to go into the lunch place and buy lunch, but all Kadizzle had for lunch was a beer after eating the pizza.  Kadissle talked with his pizza beificary for awhile and invited him to visit North Dakota and sail.  The pizza saint may take Kadizzle up on the offer.

Stroupini just figured out a mystery.  About two months ago Kadizzle and Stroupini found a huge barrel in an old milk house.  The barrel would have held perhaps a thousand gallons of whiskey.  After reading an article in the morning paper Stroupini speculates that the barrel may have been used to make whiskey for a local speakeasy called the Blind Pig which was not far away.  It would have been the perfect disguise to make whiskey in the milk house.

So here we sit in Port Townsend with Mrs. Stroupini getting up to date on politics, Kadizzle getting up to date, and Stroupini reading the local paper.  Stroupini says the sky my clear for our sail.

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