This is low tide at one of my favorite places. Just a few minutes from the ever popular Hiram M. Chittenden locks in Ballard is a tiny little beach that some berry pickers, bud light drinkers, and myself know about. The fish swim by in large numbers, but the people have their noses pressed to the windows at the fish ladder at the locks. Today, I saw some huge Chinook Salmon and it got me pumped for the future. Mostly my fishing future. When I first moved to Seattle and lived on a boat in Ballard, I would walk down to this beach with Lando and let him run around off leash. He loved it when the geese were visiting.
Just a couple of things I put together to keep up to date on life.
Boston had its “Big Dig”. Cost were overrun by 190% and it took 15 years to complete. It included a 3.5 mile tunnel. Here in Seattle, we are digging a small 1.9 mile tunnel. We have purchased the world’s largest boring (bore means making a hole) machine. It has a name (Bertha) and its own Twitter account. Here is her official website. I am a huge fan of this engineering feat. I am not a fan of the tunnel itself. I think that it is a waste of money and resources. I would rather see the money spent on buses, rail, and bike infrastructure.
When this project is complete, I may never drive on the completed road as it will be tolled and I try my hardest not to pay tolls. I would rather have the gas tax increased to pay for roads.
We started digging this summer and we are 5 months into construction. Unfortunately, we are now 3 months behind schedule. Something has been blocking the world’s largest tunneling machine and the Washington State Department of Transportation (WSDOT) couldn’t figure out what it was. Turns out, it was a metal pipe that WSDOT left in the ground in 2002.
This might be a long project.
Nursing school starts in a couple of weeks. (I am only mildly freaking out.) We needed one last vacation before things get serious. We packed up the car and headed East.
Lando and I enjoying tea at our campsite in Idaho. The Lochsa River was only steps from the tent.Amanda slaying cutties in the rain. We stopped in Walla Walla on the way. We heard the fruit is delectable.
Amanda even let me catch a couple of fish. This was one of my favorites. He took a Rory made fly after a long cast.There was more than just fish when we made it to Missoula. Amanda with her humpy.