Why do you never catch a red light when you want one? I had just pulled out of the Steak ‘n Shake in Ft. Pierce, Fla., getting ready to turn onto the Turnpike when I saw the setting sun lining up right under the overpass. Luckily, I had my camera where I could grab it off the center console, but it was set for time exposures from a lightning storm we had a couple nights ago. (Click to make it bigger.)
By the time I got the camera setting right, I was where I was going to have to turn left, there was traffic behind me and the bleeping light was green. Any other time, it would have been a long red. I managed to get off one frame.
Fixin’ to get a car wash
Just south of the Fort Drum service plaza, I noticed that the sky was getting dark and that there were streaks of rain right where the road was heading. A couple miles north of here, the skies really opened up.
That’s when I’m really glad I put Rain-X on the windshield before leaving home. I’ve been using that stuff for years and I made sure it was in all our hurricane go-bags. It makes it possible to see clearly without having your wipers on.
I made it to Gainesville Tuesday night. Traffic was moving smoothly and the couple of rain squalls I hit didn’t last long.
Lamberts might be the home of “throwed rolls,” but the Pike Place Fish Market in Seattle is the home of the flying fish. Fishmongers got tired of having to walk out to the Market’s fish table to retrieve a salmon each time someone ordered one. Eventually, the owner realized it was easier to station an employee at the table, to throw the fish over the counter.
It’s become part street theater and part efficiency over the years.
Customers get in the act
Not only can you watch employees flinging fish here and there, customers can get involved, too. Caron St. John of New Jersey was told to practice using her “eagle talons” to grab the fish when it came flying at her.
Caron celebrates catch
She must have paid attention, because seconds later she was holding a hunk of salmon in her arms.
Pike Place Market opened in 1907 and is said to be one of the oldest continuing operating farmers’ markets in the country. Even though tourism has caused the Market’s emphasis to shift towards crafts, there is still a lot of beautiful produce sold there.
That’s the good news and the bad news. They must have all been here when we were in town.
“Traffic Alert. Slow traffic ahead”
We’re leaving Seattle early, partly because it looked like West Palm Beach might be visited by Hurricane Emily on Saturday, but mostly because we were tired of fighting traffic. We couldn’t go five miles without the GPS intoning, “Traffic Alert. Slow Traffic Ahead. Expect delay of 52 minutes.”
This afternoon we wait through six cycles of a traffic light before getting through an intersection on our way to a downtown attraction. We decided we don’t have that many more years left to waste them in gridlock, so we bailed.
A tour guide said that the average Seattle resident spends 44 hours a year stuck in traffic. You can see why bicycles are so popular in the area.
There might be a couple days of no updates while we’re flying back home.
Photo gallery of Pike Street Market
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