We learned that the moon was going to be 14% bigger on Saturday night.
When I say we, I mean Rick Newell. We were in Seattle (where he lives) for a working-sesh and good times weekend.
He is the originator of a golf cartoon strip called Life in the Trap. You should check it out (Oh, and there soon will be an app for that - stay tuned). http://www.lifeinthetrap.com/golfcartoon.php
He and I are also working on a top secret young adult sci-fi trilogy based on this language called Water Tongue (also originated by Rick Newell). http://watertongue.com/
Obviously, it's not so secret since I'm writing about it. I won't keep this secret either - it's really good. Can't wait to get the story out there - stay tuned.
Anyway, back to the 14% bigger moon...So the first thing that comes to Rick's mind is, you guessed it, tides. It just so happens his parents own a place on Puget Sound. From what I understood, the next morning was going to be one of the lowest tides in years.
We got out there about 10:30 (Low tide was at 11:30) and, I'm not going to lie to you, the water was so cold I cried. Now, I've been in some cold water in my day, but this was the first time it brought me to tears. (North Carolina must be making me soft.)
|Rick, Rebecca, and Eli out in the middle of Puget Sound|
|This Purple Sea Star was bigger than my head|
If you have eight minutes to spare, watch the Dirtiest Jobs with Mike Rowe video - it's mind blowing and laced with male potty humor.
We tried our best to shovel the geoduck out, but with only our hands and a wiffle ball bat, we didn't stand a chance.
Afterwards, we were treated to lunch by Rick's parents. Then, Rick and I went back to work until dinner. He introduced me to Dick's Burgers on Broadway of Sir Mix-A-Lot fame ("Dick's is the place where the cool hang out" - Posse on Broadway). Then, headed over to a park where I dared Rick to climb this fountain.
"The gauntlet has been thrown," was his reply. Next thing I know he's climbing this thing in his Rainbows.
You are the man, Rick!
It was a great weekend. Minus missing Lia and the kids, I could have stayed out there forever. But alas, all great times come to an end.
I took the red-eye and got in this morning. Fortunately, Lia hooked me up with some Ambien (hope she doesn't lose her license over me saying that). All I know is that I'm talking to this Alaskan guy sitting next to me as we are waiting to depart. He says the words "deadliest catch" and I wake up with my head on his shoulder as the plane touches ground in Atlanta.
That's all I'm going to say about that.
It's good to be home.