Bubba in Paradise

          Aside from a baseball moan, Bubba was last seen drifting in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Seattle, Washington.  I think traveling by plane may be a little easier, and probably dryer, but Bubba is Bubba.

I floated for days and days.  Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink (has that been used before?).  Finally, I washed up on a desert island.


Lonely Isle

Lonely Isle

There were a couple of guys with a boat selling “three hour tours” of the area.  Their boat, The Minnow, was an ultra modern powerboat thing.  I opted for a less industrial mode of travel.  Why use a machine when you can do it yourself.

Hangin' Plastic

Hangin’ Plastic


Wetter and a little less in control than I counted on.


There must be another way to see these islands and to discover where I might be this time.

Goin ta Kona

Goin ta Kona

This is the life, pampered by a flight attendant with plenty of food and drink and a nice conversation with new friends.


Does a flower on that side mean I’m married or looking?

Maybe I’m looking for an in-flight snack.

Flight Food

Flight Food

An adult beverage to wash it down and I’m ready to make friends.



Mahalo, Dude


You’d think he never saw a yellow plastic person before.

Landing at the airport, I was greeted by the local welcome wagon.

Big Island Face

Big Island Face

I think that was a smile.  I picked up my rental car and headed out across the lava flow.  Who needs a road.



I got stuck between a rock and a …well…you know.

The hot Lane

The Hot Lane

I headed out on foot and found this nice lady handing out towels.


She told me someone had been waiting for me.  This is a pretty nice place, only one person could make it better.  That would be…



With our shades in place and the tanning oil on the plastic, what could make life better?  Maybe a fresh cup of Kona coffee.

Greenwell Farms Coffe

Greenwell Farms Coffee

Now that I’m rested and caffineated, it is time for some fun.  Checklist.  Snorkel, fins, boat.


This nice Captain and his crew will give me a lift.


I’ve got Titanic training.


Throw on the fins and I’m ready to go.

Fin Fest

Fin Fest

I’ll pop over the side and take a look.


This dude asked for help finding some kid named Elmo or Nemo or something.


When I surfaced, the boat was gone.  The people were gone, and I was adrift again.

Hopefully, someone will be looking for me.



A New Adventure

We last left Bubba at the end of his trip down the Mother Road, Route 66.  The trip took him a lot longer than he expected and he had to include side trips to Tucson, Arizona and Havana, Cuba. 

           It seemed to make sense at the time.  Now he is in California, celebrating the end of “The Road”.

Not too far from the official “West End of 66” sign is the Santa Monica Pier.  It looks like there a few things to do over there.

SM Pier

This is the famous sign on the famous pier.  I’ve gone as far as I can on this coast.


This was first built in 1909 or 1916 or maybe 1877.  It is in pretty good shape but you should still be careful.  It goes a long way out and falling off puts you smack into the Pacific Ocean.  But I am a world traveler. What could go wrong?

ocean view

Good thing I’m a strong swimmer. Or at least a strong floater.  I’m the guy on the right.

Bobbing heads

I swam and floated for days and days.  The land was always just a little too far.  Eventually I ended up in a harbor.  A ship was cruising by.  If I give it one good try, I can get on board.

Evening cruise

I made it!  Let’s see where this giant cruise ship will take me.

Da Dock

Ah, yes, back to the dock.  At least I am on land again.  I’m not sure what city this is.  I’ll take a walk up to those buildings.

Da City

I’ll ask at this place.

The Hand of Power

No luck.  My hand is too smooth and my head line is round and yellow.

There is a place I recognize.  I think I have seen one of these before.  This must be important since they tell you three times.  That should be a clue as to where I am.  I’ll just look at where these stores are located and it will narrow down the search.

The Mutha of all Starbucks

Places with a Starbucks.  I could be anywhere except Bukhara, Uzbekistan or Perho. Finland.  That narrows it down.  Any more clues around?

A market.  Lots of places have a market.  This isn’t any help.


This is a pretty tall building.  In fact it looks like a needle sticking up into space.

Dirty Needle

Maybe if I go to the top and look around, I’ll be able to see where I am.

Scopin' Things Out

There is the city.  There is a dome type building that says “Safeco” on top.  I think there was a baseball team that lost a game to the magnificent Oakland A’s recently that played someplace called Safeco.  Having a team that is not as good as the A’s doesn’t narrow it down much.

A View to a City

Maybe these people can help.  They look…trustworthy?

U.S. Duo

Seaside, Safeco, Space needle, Starbucks, I must be in an “S” town.  Of course, I am in Sioux Falls… no wait, Seattle! That’s it! Seattle!

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