Taking Another Town Drive

 I was getting cabin fever waiting for all the snow to leave and this morning I decided to head out, even if the wind was gusty. I stopped at the library book return bin near QFC and then thought I'd drive by Ruth's house to see if anything looked different. There was a truck in the driveway so I wonder if it's being rented out.  I started my picture taking at the top of Hastings. I love to take photos of the high school from various points around town.

I parked by Al Choate's old auto repair shop and saw these two chairs sitting in a nearby field with a couple stone blocks.

I drove around various roads up in that area and discovered more and more houses and roads I'd never heard of. Like Kimball Ct. There were a ton of homes situated in there.

Since the wind was kicking up pretty good, I knew my next stop had to be North Beach. The road heading down there showed lots of whitecaps way out there.

On the way, I saw a flock of geese in a garden.

I drove onto the fairgrounds to look over the campsites set up behind the buildings.

I always wonder how the homeless make out in cold weather.

I was surprised at how many homes were in place on those roads behind the fairgrounds that I never knew existed. And carpenters were busy on new ones too.

As I was leaving the fairgrounds area, I drove towards Cook Avenue. Instead of going around the curve, I headed straight (which is the way the road used to run) as I wanted to see what was down there.

I had to get out of my car to take a picture of the beach below. I do not like heights so I didn't stick around too long.

There were two houses tucked back in there. Both of them big, of course.

I drove back to Cook Avenue and then turned down another road I didn't remember being on before. Lots to see back in there, as well.

Many homes and roads winding all around in the area and then I headed back to the main road.

As I started to climb up Cook Avenue, I was reminded of the times at age 15 when my dad would take me to this road to practice starting on a hill using a clutch. 

It didn't look quite as intimidating as it did back in the 1950s.

I decided to go down Jacob Miller to head on home and if it hadn't been so cloudy, I could have gotten a good mountain shot.

And that was my morning excursion.  Nothing new to report on activities here although we are getting the fire dept. to come in Thursday to test all the alarms. That ought to wake a few folks up.

And in closing, here's a picture of Marcella (in blue coat in front) at a family picnic at Chetzemoka Park many years ago. Sadly, 9 of these people have passed on. If Marcella was alive, today would be her 96th birthday.