it will feel like the first taste of fall

 




above - Study of new shelters at Mukilteo Coffee Porter District Air Park

Lost

Local mystery person, Cameron, and what seems to be his totally put together bicycle trailer camping rig.

..."it will feel like the first taste of fall" - an eminent Seattle meteorologist as to the weather tomorrow and maybe a couple of days following. This appeals to me since after the little Fall this weekend we will have 6 weeks of summer still to recover. 

S, D and me got lost in the Trillium woods. We were lost almost immediately on leaving the car because in the seconds looking at the posted map I assumed we were at a parking lot that we were in fact not at at all. Met a nice group who texted us a map and said just take the next 5 rights and you will eventually get back to your vehicle. Later Skip came for a goalless urban stroll that allowed him to reconnect with a variety of people and for me to lay my watch fitness rings to rest. Later still there were several episodes of I Think You Should Leave Now which left me slightly depressed.

Well, must not forget the Sprinklz boondoggle. Arriving at that retail outlet with only the phone for payment I was flummoxed by the passcode requirement. I called S to get passcode for ApplePay only to find her unreachable due to "device restrictions or insufficient funds". I called Ramona, who said just tell them you will bring cash tomorrow. The owner sitting out on the back deck of the establishment heard my cry and came in to help at which point someone, perhaps the girl working the counter, said it's your passcode to get into your device not one for ApplePay. Then it was all golden and I was able to finish my cone in peace.

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