Seattle Sights

That’s a pretty corny title, I admit. Bubba ended his Route 66 journey in Santa Monica, fell off the pier and into the ocean and washed up in Seattle.
All that hiking up and down that needle into space wore me out. I practiced on a smaller version but it didn’t help much, other than attracting the attention of the clerk who must have thought I was trying to slip the thing into my shirt pocket.
Tower napper
I jumped down from that tower thing but I think I fell a little too far. I seem to be below the sidewalk looking up.
I seem to be in a city under the city. How do I find my way out?
Teller cage
These stores all seem to be closed…permanently.
Closed under Seatle
Plumbing! Expertly done too. Plumbing leads from the top to the bottom. If I follow the pipe I have a fifty-fifty chance.
Plumbers nightmare
I came out in a “plumbing fixture” where I was saved by this man.
Seatle Loo
In a twist that only makes sense in my world, I became a little hungry and thirsty so I thought I would go back to that market I saw earlier. Maybe one of these guys could give me a tip on where to eat.
He must have misunderstood me. He called me “Jonah” and tried to take a bite!
Fish Face
This guy picked up the fish, saved me, and threw it at another guy. Fish flinging could become a new Olympic sport.
Flying Fish
There has to be a place with fresh fish that aren’t so aggressive. This guy might be able to pick something out. The fish does look fresh.
Freshest Fish
Maybe a little too fresh. I found myself stuck on this island surrounded by these pointy people.
Rude Star
In need of rescue, I found someone to pull me from the water just in time to avoid getting a fish finger poked into my head.
I think maybe I’ll go for some fish and chips instead. I stopped in at The Pike for a taste of cool nectar.
Pike IPA
IPA is good, but this guy suggested a Barleywine. Any more tasting and I’ll be sleeping with the fishes.
Little body, big beer, and a slip back into the water. Where will I go now?
A Sound Photo