west coast

It's day 5 or so after our west coast arrival.  Days and nights are cool--much different from the 102 degree day I left behind in STL.  Matt and I are on Vashon Island where his sister lives, a short ferry ride into the sound from Seattle.  Here we have been connecting with friends new and old--spending the night with some great musicians and hitting up the local square dance and old time jam, and enjoying their urban homesteading efforts.

Bike shopping has not been going well.  The much anticipated trip to Recycled Cycles produced nothing but more friendly people and overpriced gear--tho the store dog was looking to tear up anything in its path.  The new bikes only tease.  The trip did send us walking early in the day across town to the dance bar--Tractor Tavern--and under a weedy overpass who should pull over and yell my name but Corey Wright!  WWC unite!!!  He took us out for beers with his wife and told us of his fish biology job, helping the little guys make it over hydroelectric dams.  Day job.  7 am-3pm.  Fabulous.

The dance was packed.  It made me miss our little dance in St. Louis that grew from a punky little house dance to a solid monthly dance upstairs in a coffee shop.  They tho, decided to not renew their 'dance license', the required red tape to have a dancing event in lou.  WTF.  The exit of an organizer and the continued bullshit of a certain party sealed the deal and the dance died.