Yesterday, my nurse pal, Laura and I went on an expedition into the wilds of wonderful West Seattle. Every time I visit Laura, I think that West Seattle would be a nice place to live, with its forested parks primeval and its beautiful beaches. However, my Grandmother used to say that the closer one lives to Fourth and Pine (site of Fredrick and Nelson, Seattle’s wonderful, sadly departed department store) the better. I am afraid that while not really an enthusiastic shopper, I do rather feel that one should live within walking distance of Fourth and Pine. Fredrick’s is gone, but there is so much else that is marvelous nearby. But – back to West Seattle. Laura and I have been on several thrilling West Seattle excursions, and this time we explored Camp Long. It was originally – well, it still is – a WPA project, built as a scouting facility. But now, people who are not Boy Scouts, like Laura and I, can enjoy it.
We found a poor little dead mole on the pathway, and after admiring his dainty little hands, his velvety fur, and general beauty, we gave him a proper burial. Minutes later, to our horror, we found another. We hoped that there was not some dreadful mole scourge going on.
And a few more minutes later, as we were both thinking about food, we simultaneously realized with sinking hearts, that our close examination of the little fellow would really necessitate washing our hands before we enjoyed our little picnic. Happily, we found a fountain, and then had a delightful repast. It was a very fun day.
A fun adventure followed by a fountain delight!