Tuesday, May 31, 2005
The Airport
SeaTac Airport has had a big renovation and we took a look on our way to and from Albuquerque this past weekend. Today, the Seattle PI included a big article about our lovely remodel.
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/visualart/226158_architecture31.html
The weather was clear and gorgeous when we took off and returned so the new gigantic glass wall framed the completely visible Olympic Mountains. One cannot see Mount Rainier from this vista; you have to get in an airplane to do that. But, oh man, if the skies are clear and the pilot flies directly over or next to Mount Rainier, it is an unforgettable treat. See, Mount Rainier is so huge that when the airplane flies over the top, the passengers could see individual people if they were there. Unfortunately, two people had died the day before we left so as far as we could see, no mountain climbing groups were visible. What I never had seen before nor knew is that there is a sizeable crater on top and we looked right into the snowy depths. WOW!
On our return flight, I was sitting next to a woman from Washington DC who was coming to Seattle to visit her brother who is in the military and stationed here at Fort Lewis. She had never been to Seattle. As we approached the Puget Sound area, she started to ask questions. Upon seeing one of our lesser volcanoes looking small in the distance, she asked if it was Mount Rainier. I said, "No, just wait a moment and it will be one of the biggest things you've ever seen." Sure enough, right on cue, a massive glacier encrusted rocky wall filled all of the windows on the left side of the plane as we slowly flew past "the mountain". It was kind of scary, actually.
"Oh my!" was all she was able to utter. Shortly after that we circled around with Lake Washington visible and Puget Sound with its ferries. She asked me if we were looking at downtown Seattle.
"Yes, see, there is the Space Needle!" I pointed out-- which looks odd from the top down.
"This place is beautiful."
"I love to travel but I love coming home; it really is beautiful here." I quietly responded.
I cannot explain the smell. Albuquerque was dry and clear and it doesn't smell the same. Our dampness and our water and air are enveloping in a way that simply feels and smells---good--Seattle good.
SeaTac Airport has had a big renovation and we took a look on our way to and from Albuquerque this past weekend. Today, the Seattle PI included a big article about our lovely remodel.
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/visualart/226158_architecture31.html
The weather was clear and gorgeous when we took off and returned so the new gigantic glass wall framed the completely visible Olympic Mountains. One cannot see Mount Rainier from this vista; you have to get in an airplane to do that. But, oh man, if the skies are clear and the pilot flies directly over or next to Mount Rainier, it is an unforgettable treat. See, Mount Rainier is so huge that when the airplane flies over the top, the passengers could see individual people if they were there. Unfortunately, two people had died the day before we left so as far as we could see, no mountain climbing groups were visible. What I never had seen before nor knew is that there is a sizeable crater on top and we looked right into the snowy depths. WOW!
On our return flight, I was sitting next to a woman from Washington DC who was coming to Seattle to visit her brother who is in the military and stationed here at Fort Lewis. She had never been to Seattle. As we approached the Puget Sound area, she started to ask questions. Upon seeing one of our lesser volcanoes looking small in the distance, she asked if it was Mount Rainier. I said, "No, just wait a moment and it will be one of the biggest things you've ever seen." Sure enough, right on cue, a massive glacier encrusted rocky wall filled all of the windows on the left side of the plane as we slowly flew past "the mountain". It was kind of scary, actually.
"Oh my!" was all she was able to utter. Shortly after that we circled around with Lake Washington visible and Puget Sound with its ferries. She asked me if we were looking at downtown Seattle.
"Yes, see, there is the Space Needle!" I pointed out-- which looks odd from the top down.
"This place is beautiful."
"I love to travel but I love coming home; it really is beautiful here." I quietly responded.
I cannot explain the smell. Albuquerque was dry and clear and it doesn't smell the same. Our dampness and our water and air are enveloping in a way that simply feels and smells---good--Seattle good.
// posted by Janet @ 9:13 AM
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
We Do Get Rainbows
We seem to be paying for our dry and lovely winter by having a wet spring. It poured yesterday. I still managed to walk Apolo between squalls but let's just say I have not had to have a watering routine for my spring flowers.
But a few minutes ago, as I looked out toward Edmonds, there she was--a gorgeous rainbow. And it is hard to take a picture of a rainbow so here are my attempts:
We seem to be paying for our dry and lovely winter by having a wet spring. It poured yesterday. I still managed to walk Apolo between squalls but let's just say I have not had to have a watering routine for my spring flowers.
But a few minutes ago, as I looked out toward Edmonds, there she was--a gorgeous rainbow. And it is hard to take a picture of a rainbow so here are my attempts:
// posted by Janet @ 7:45 AM
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
25th Anniversary
Twenty five years ago today Mount St. Helens erupted with a blast that changed lives forever. Fifty-seven people died that day and whenever I hear that number, I always add one more. I wrote about why and how on my blog over a year ago in Natural Disasters, parts 2 and 3.
http://mukilteomusings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_mukilteomusings_archive.html
Tons and tons of ash spewed into the atmosphere. Both of my newspapers today have anniversary coverage of the eruption with incredible photo galleries.
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002278777_helens18m.html
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/224735_helenscience18.html
Today, it rains and the weather is cool. Clouds hide the mountains. Twenty five years ago, it was blue and clear and still and gorgeous--so much so that as we jogged with our Golden Retriever, Monty, that morning along the shores of Lake Washington in view of Mount Rainier, we heard a remarkable BOOM! The ash dumped on Eastern Washington and into Montana where my Dad, a smoker with heart disease, walked through it with a handkerchief over his face for a week before his heart exploded.
These two events will forever be inextricably intertwined in my soul.
Twenty five years ago today Mount St. Helens erupted with a blast that changed lives forever. Fifty-seven people died that day and whenever I hear that number, I always add one more. I wrote about why and how on my blog over a year ago in Natural Disasters, parts 2 and 3.
http://mukilteomusings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_mukilteomusings_archive.html
Tons and tons of ash spewed into the atmosphere. Both of my newspapers today have anniversary coverage of the eruption with incredible photo galleries.
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002278777_helens18m.html
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/224735_helenscience18.html
Today, it rains and the weather is cool. Clouds hide the mountains. Twenty five years ago, it was blue and clear and still and gorgeous--so much so that as we jogged with our Golden Retriever, Monty, that morning along the shores of Lake Washington in view of Mount Rainier, we heard a remarkable BOOM! The ash dumped on Eastern Washington and into Montana where my Dad, a smoker with heart disease, walked through it with a handkerchief over his face for a week before his heart exploded.
These two events will forever be inextricably intertwined in my soul.
// posted by Janet @ 9:43 AM
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Ten on Tuesday
Wow! It has been a while since I have played "Ten on Tuesday" from my friend, Yano's blog.
http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/
Ten Brand Names I Cannot Live Without:
1. Tim's Cascade Potato Chips--local product and I must limit these to special occasions
2. Seattle Mountain coffee beans
3. Lawry's Season Salt--other brands just don't cut it
4. Best Foods mayo--other brands just are not as good to make a dipping sauce for Dungeness crab and I learned this from my mother in law because my Mom uses Miracle Whip--yuck.
5. C&H sugar--cheaper brands just turn to cinderblock in our humidity
6. Hefty or Zip Loc bags--cheaper grocery store brands taste plasticy
7. Krusteaz Buttermilk Pancake Mix--local brand which makes the best Sunday morning chocolate chip pancakes
8. Le Petit Ecolier cookies--the best store bought cookies
9. Moose Drool Beer and Moose Drool Beer batter mix--from Missoula and though I do not drink beer, this combination makes the best fish n chips out of Alaskan halibut--the BEST!
10. Ivar's Tartar Sauce--local product from Ivar's restaurants and it is the best on Moose Drool fish n chips.
Wow! It has been a while since I have played "Ten on Tuesday" from my friend, Yano's blog.
http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/
Ten Brand Names I Cannot Live Without:
1. Tim's Cascade Potato Chips--local product and I must limit these to special occasions
2. Seattle Mountain coffee beans
3. Lawry's Season Salt--other brands just don't cut it
4. Best Foods mayo--other brands just are not as good to make a dipping sauce for Dungeness crab and I learned this from my mother in law because my Mom uses Miracle Whip--yuck.
5. C&H sugar--cheaper brands just turn to cinderblock in our humidity
6. Hefty or Zip Loc bags--cheaper grocery store brands taste plasticy
7. Krusteaz Buttermilk Pancake Mix--local brand which makes the best Sunday morning chocolate chip pancakes
8. Le Petit Ecolier cookies--the best store bought cookies
9. Moose Drool Beer and Moose Drool Beer batter mix--from Missoula and though I do not drink beer, this combination makes the best fish n chips out of Alaskan halibut--the BEST!
10. Ivar's Tartar Sauce--local product from Ivar's restaurants and it is the best on Moose Drool fish n chips.
// posted by Janet @ 10:38 AM
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Monday, May 16, 2005
The Gardening Begins
Hubby built me some new spots to plant peppers and tomatoes. And Apolo can't wait for the snacks to begin.
Hubby built me some new spots to plant peppers and tomatoes. And Apolo can't wait for the snacks to begin.
// posted by Janet @ 1:07 PM
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Monday, May 09, 2005
Mother's Day
My Mom flew to Seattle to see her Grandaughter as Kate in Pirates of Penzance. Happily, it was also Mother's Day weekend. Yesterday, before we went out to dinner at Daniel's Broiler on Lake Washington in Seattle, we explored the UW Arboreteum. Every year on Mother's Day, we try to walk through because the blooms are out of this world. It was raining yesterday. The Arboreteum on Mother's Day is a tradition in Seattle--and not only for us.
Typical Seattleites--no umbrella
Grandaughter, Daughter, Mother
Some of us forgot our HOODS.
My Mom flew to Seattle to see her Grandaughter as Kate in Pirates of Penzance. Happily, it was also Mother's Day weekend. Yesterday, before we went out to dinner at Daniel's Broiler on Lake Washington in Seattle, we explored the UW Arboreteum. Every year on Mother's Day, we try to walk through because the blooms are out of this world. It was raining yesterday. The Arboreteum on Mother's Day is a tradition in Seattle--and not only for us.
Typical Seattleites--no umbrella
Grandaughter, Daughter, Mother
Some of us forgot our HOODS.
// posted by Janet @ 8:01 AM
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Tuesday, May 03, 2005
All's Well That Ends Well!!
Back in February, I wrote about how my Diva Daughter managed to win her school's regional Solo/Ensemble competition which earned her the privilege of attending the State Solo/Ensemble Competition. Kaley has been very excited about this competition and has worked very hard on her music. But the road to State seemed to be paved with pitfalls. First of all, the school and everybody seemed to be planning on the weekend of April 22. Reservations were made in Ellensburg, the site of the competition. A couple of weeks earlier word spread that, NO, the competition was the following weekend of April 29. Needless to say, we could no longer get hotel or motel reservations in Ellensburg.
Ellensburg is 100 miles from Seattle right over the top and on the other side of Snoqualmie Pass. It is a small town of about 15-20,000 people and home to Central Washington University. We managed to get reservations in Yakima, 35 miles the other side of Ellensburg. But my husband decided that Cle Elum which is 25 miles this side of Ellensburg would be a more reasonable place to stay and he changed our reservations for the third time.
In the meantime, Kaley learns a week ago that she must have four "originals" of each of her songs. No copies allowed! She scrambles and orders sheet music online for overnight delivery at significant cost to us. Two days later we still have no music and Kaley dissolves into tears that she has worked so hard only to be disqualified for not having enough original music. (Damn copyright lawyers!) We cancel one order of music and reorder from another website; I reserve half of what she needs at Capital Music in downtown Seattle as a back-up; I flag down a voice teacher who walks her dog in front of my house for help; and Kaley begs and borrows music from her friends but she is still short the eight originals. Finally, finally, according to our computer, all music is in stock and has been shipped to arrive by UPS Friday immediately before we leave.
Thursday evening, the night before we leave and the night before we expect to receive all of the necessary music, my husband says, "What about Apolo? What are we going to do with him?" Oh my GOSH! With all of the upsettedness over reservations and music, I totally forgot to make a kennel reservation for our dog.
"We'll have to take him. Does Stewart Lodge in Cle Elum take dogs??" A quick visit to the computer revealed that indeed pets are allowed at Stewart Lodge with no size restriction. After all, Apolo weighs 95 pounds and he cannot be snuck in anywhere! "Whew!"
Friday morning, the UPS man brought all of the correct music and I almost hugged the cute fella in the brown shorts. I loaded up the car with paper towels and carpet cleaner because Apolo always throws up and we were off to Cle Elum. Cle Elum, nestled in the Cascade mountains, is a small old picturesque logging town. Stewart Lodge looked appealing as we pulled in but the overweight man with the crew cut at the front desk told me NO DOGS were allowed.
"What did you say?? This is impossible! It says right on Yahoo that you take dogs for a small extra charge. We are in a fix. My daughter is in a competition tomorrow and there are no places to stay within a 100 mile radius. We have to stay here!" I offered to show him on HIS computer where it says they take dogs. He wasn't terribly responsive to the idea.
http://travel.yahoo.com/p-hotel-354755-stewart_lodge-i
Things deteriorated from this point. Immediately before I transformed into bitchy grizzly bear obnoxious attorney venting mom, the fat rude man reserved a room for us at the place down the street. He continued to deny that they had ever allowed dogs though he admitted we were the second family in 20 minutes with the same problem. As I walked out, I emphasized I was an attorney and the Consumer Protection Agency and the Better Business Bureau were going to hear from me about Stewart Lodge. Ok, ok, I'm not proud of myself; it was my fault we even had Apolo with us but the stress of the week just got to me at that moment and chubby jerkwad shaved head man became the object of my rancor.
The place down the street by the railroad tracks was a dive but we had no choice. The train with a very loud horn zoomed on the hour every hour right next to "Timberdump Lodge" but the people were extremely accommodating and they loved our puppy. Unfortunately, the night was terrible between the train and the dog scratching and woofing when he could not find his water dish at three in the morning. Apolo, not the brightest dog in the world, had no idea where he was and was frightened of the train whistle. Poor Kaley! She slept a little; Dave snored a lot; and I watched the clock all... night... long.
Saturday morning, thankfully, was gorgeous in Cle Elum. Kaley looked adorable in the new dress I bought her for her performance. We walked Apolo and figured with the train noise, it would not matter a bit if she practiced alone in the room. So Kaley entertained guests of Timberdump Lodge with her operatic pieces of "Che Faro Senza Euridice" by Gluck and "Mandoline" by Debussy. We checked out and loaded up the car and made certain we had all of Kaley's orginal music. Off we went onto I-90 for 25 miles to Ellensburg.
"Apolo is just like a stupid little brother! You are never bringing him with us again ever. And look at his stupid hair all over my new black dress," cried Kaley. One of the reasons I did not sleep even a minute was that Apolo kept wanting to stick his nose in Kaley's face on the roll away; he loves her so much and having her still and sleeping was just too much.
In sunny Ellensburg, Dave dropped us off at the Music Building and found a place to park with shade. Kaley found her accompanyist, I brushed off dog hair, and we settled in to watch her 10 minute performance--her biggest competition of the year. Where did that lovely voice come from? Dave and I shake our heads because we have no idea. The judges liked her and commented on the nice original music; she was darling. Kaley did a beautiful job after all of the pitfalls.
As we waited for her scores and the sweatshirt we ordered, Apolo was with us on his leash greeting contestants and parents with his big goofy Golden Retriever grin. Kaley was proud of herself when she found out she received two 1's and a 2 from the three judges with 1 being the highest possible score. She did not place but in essence received an honorable mention by being listed on the website with the winners for her superior rating. If you scroll down to page 18 out of 21, you will see Kaley's name in the mezzo soprano winner's list. We were thrilled to death with this result. All is well that ends well!
http://www.wmea.org/images/stories//2005%20results.pdf
But, do not stay at Stewart Lodge in Cle Elum nor the other place either!
Oh yes, and Apolo did throw up but not until we returned home. Five minutes after we walked in--bleeeeech--all over my nice rug in the kitchen.
Back in February, I wrote about how my Diva Daughter managed to win her school's regional Solo/Ensemble competition which earned her the privilege of attending the State Solo/Ensemble Competition. Kaley has been very excited about this competition and has worked very hard on her music. But the road to State seemed to be paved with pitfalls. First of all, the school and everybody seemed to be planning on the weekend of April 22. Reservations were made in Ellensburg, the site of the competition. A couple of weeks earlier word spread that, NO, the competition was the following weekend of April 29. Needless to say, we could no longer get hotel or motel reservations in Ellensburg.
Ellensburg is 100 miles from Seattle right over the top and on the other side of Snoqualmie Pass. It is a small town of about 15-20,000 people and home to Central Washington University. We managed to get reservations in Yakima, 35 miles the other side of Ellensburg. But my husband decided that Cle Elum which is 25 miles this side of Ellensburg would be a more reasonable place to stay and he changed our reservations for the third time.
In the meantime, Kaley learns a week ago that she must have four "originals" of each of her songs. No copies allowed! She scrambles and orders sheet music online for overnight delivery at significant cost to us. Two days later we still have no music and Kaley dissolves into tears that she has worked so hard only to be disqualified for not having enough original music. (Damn copyright lawyers!) We cancel one order of music and reorder from another website; I reserve half of what she needs at Capital Music in downtown Seattle as a back-up; I flag down a voice teacher who walks her dog in front of my house for help; and Kaley begs and borrows music from her friends but she is still short the eight originals. Finally, finally, according to our computer, all music is in stock and has been shipped to arrive by UPS Friday immediately before we leave.
Thursday evening, the night before we leave and the night before we expect to receive all of the necessary music, my husband says, "What about Apolo? What are we going to do with him?" Oh my GOSH! With all of the upsettedness over reservations and music, I totally forgot to make a kennel reservation for our dog.
"We'll have to take him. Does Stewart Lodge in Cle Elum take dogs??" A quick visit to the computer revealed that indeed pets are allowed at Stewart Lodge with no size restriction. After all, Apolo weighs 95 pounds and he cannot be snuck in anywhere! "Whew!"
Friday morning, the UPS man brought all of the correct music and I almost hugged the cute fella in the brown shorts. I loaded up the car with paper towels and carpet cleaner because Apolo always throws up and we were off to Cle Elum. Cle Elum, nestled in the Cascade mountains, is a small old picturesque logging town. Stewart Lodge looked appealing as we pulled in but the overweight man with the crew cut at the front desk told me NO DOGS were allowed.
"What did you say?? This is impossible! It says right on Yahoo that you take dogs for a small extra charge. We are in a fix. My daughter is in a competition tomorrow and there are no places to stay within a 100 mile radius. We have to stay here!" I offered to show him on HIS computer where it says they take dogs. He wasn't terribly responsive to the idea.
http://travel.yahoo.com/p-hotel-354755-stewart_lodge-i
Things deteriorated from this point. Immediately before I transformed into bitchy grizzly bear obnoxious attorney venting mom, the fat rude man reserved a room for us at the place down the street. He continued to deny that they had ever allowed dogs though he admitted we were the second family in 20 minutes with the same problem. As I walked out, I emphasized I was an attorney and the Consumer Protection Agency and the Better Business Bureau were going to hear from me about Stewart Lodge. Ok, ok, I'm not proud of myself; it was my fault we even had Apolo with us but the stress of the week just got to me at that moment and chubby jerkwad shaved head man became the object of my rancor.
The place down the street by the railroad tracks was a dive but we had no choice. The train with a very loud horn zoomed on the hour every hour right next to "Timberdump Lodge" but the people were extremely accommodating and they loved our puppy. Unfortunately, the night was terrible between the train and the dog scratching and woofing when he could not find his water dish at three in the morning. Apolo, not the brightest dog in the world, had no idea where he was and was frightened of the train whistle. Poor Kaley! She slept a little; Dave snored a lot; and I watched the clock all... night... long.
Saturday morning, thankfully, was gorgeous in Cle Elum. Kaley looked adorable in the new dress I bought her for her performance. We walked Apolo and figured with the train noise, it would not matter a bit if she practiced alone in the room. So Kaley entertained guests of Timberdump Lodge with her operatic pieces of "Che Faro Senza Euridice" by Gluck and "Mandoline" by Debussy. We checked out and loaded up the car and made certain we had all of Kaley's orginal music. Off we went onto I-90 for 25 miles to Ellensburg.
"Apolo is just like a stupid little brother! You are never bringing him with us again ever. And look at his stupid hair all over my new black dress," cried Kaley. One of the reasons I did not sleep even a minute was that Apolo kept wanting to stick his nose in Kaley's face on the roll away; he loves her so much and having her still and sleeping was just too much.
In sunny Ellensburg, Dave dropped us off at the Music Building and found a place to park with shade. Kaley found her accompanyist, I brushed off dog hair, and we settled in to watch her 10 minute performance--her biggest competition of the year. Where did that lovely voice come from? Dave and I shake our heads because we have no idea. The judges liked her and commented on the nice original music; she was darling. Kaley did a beautiful job after all of the pitfalls.
As we waited for her scores and the sweatshirt we ordered, Apolo was with us on his leash greeting contestants and parents with his big goofy Golden Retriever grin. Kaley was proud of herself when she found out she received two 1's and a 2 from the three judges with 1 being the highest possible score. She did not place but in essence received an honorable mention by being listed on the website with the winners for her superior rating. If you scroll down to page 18 out of 21, you will see Kaley's name in the mezzo soprano winner's list. We were thrilled to death with this result. All is well that ends well!
http://www.wmea.org/images/stories//2005%20results.pdf
But, do not stay at Stewart Lodge in Cle Elum nor the other place either!
Oh yes, and Apolo did throw up but not until we returned home. Five minutes after we walked in--bleeeeech--all over my nice rug in the kitchen.
// posted by Janet @ 8:29 AM
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Monday, May 02, 2005
"Deadliest Catch"
The most dangerous job in the world is that of crab fisherman. My exuberant son told me there was a TV show I just had to watch. He explained that he and one of his friends in Missoula are addicted to this program. This friend of his is also from Seattle (well, Edmonds to be exact like Lucas is from Mukilteo but to all of their friends at college, they are from Seattle).
The series, "Deadliest Catch", is on the Discovery Channel on Tuesday nights. Last night, there was a special showing of some repeat episodes and we watched. It is a real life chronicle of several crab boats and their fishing adventures in Alaska for King Crab. Most of these boats and fishermen are based in Seattle.
I can understand the addiction. Both Lucas and his friend have gone crabbing. Our family has gone crabbing for Dungeness crabs in our little old fishing boat out in usually calm Puget Sound. Of course, crabbing for Dungeness right out here is tame compared to what these guys live through--if they live through it--in Alaskan waters. And that is the appeal of the show. We know enough about what it is like on a small scale to appreciate the excitement and the danger of "Deadliest Catch". Pulling up the crab pot to see if you have captured any keepers is thrilling. No doubt about it. Likewise, pulling up the pot to see the nasty bait still there with nothing is equally disappointing.
We throw off two or three "pots" which are actually wire cages to hopefully end up with four or five for dinner. These Alaska fisherman throw out 100-200 pots with the expectation of filling each with about 60 keepers and they earn thousands of dollars for a single expedition if they fill their pots. In the process, however, the crabbers can get washed overboard, injured by the equipment, get skunked, or possibly pay the ultimate price by losing their lives and boat in the wild Alaskan waters. A gambling-like component is mixed in. The boat captains and owners can become quite wealthy if they survive. There is a really nice view home in our neighborhood that was built with King Crab money.
The best King Crab I have ever eaten was given to me by one of my clients when I was a practicing attorney all of those years ago. Our firm represented the wife of a King Crab fisherman and they were the nicest, funniest, and most likeable people you'd ever want to know. This woman had had a hysterectomy eight years previously, and "they" left an 8 inch forceps inside of her. It festered and caused innumerable problems until they finally did an x-ray and discovered she'd been walking around all of those years with that thing inside of her. Anyway, they were so grateful for our representation that they gave us some fresh King Crab right off of the boat. I know this couple's sons went into the family business so I add this as another reason for me to watch "Deadliest Catch".
The next time I eat King Crab I will have a new appreciation for what the crabbers experienced to bring this delicacy to my table. I do believe "Deadliest Catch" is catching on!!
Edmonds ferries from our front deck last week in CALM waters.
The most dangerous job in the world is that of crab fisherman. My exuberant son told me there was a TV show I just had to watch. He explained that he and one of his friends in Missoula are addicted to this program. This friend of his is also from Seattle (well, Edmonds to be exact like Lucas is from Mukilteo but to all of their friends at college, they are from Seattle).
The series, "Deadliest Catch", is on the Discovery Channel on Tuesday nights. Last night, there was a special showing of some repeat episodes and we watched. It is a real life chronicle of several crab boats and their fishing adventures in Alaska for King Crab. Most of these boats and fishermen are based in Seattle.
I can understand the addiction. Both Lucas and his friend have gone crabbing. Our family has gone crabbing for Dungeness crabs in our little old fishing boat out in usually calm Puget Sound. Of course, crabbing for Dungeness right out here is tame compared to what these guys live through--if they live through it--in Alaskan waters. And that is the appeal of the show. We know enough about what it is like on a small scale to appreciate the excitement and the danger of "Deadliest Catch". Pulling up the crab pot to see if you have captured any keepers is thrilling. No doubt about it. Likewise, pulling up the pot to see the nasty bait still there with nothing is equally disappointing.
We throw off two or three "pots" which are actually wire cages to hopefully end up with four or five for dinner. These Alaska fisherman throw out 100-200 pots with the expectation of filling each with about 60 keepers and they earn thousands of dollars for a single expedition if they fill their pots. In the process, however, the crabbers can get washed overboard, injured by the equipment, get skunked, or possibly pay the ultimate price by losing their lives and boat in the wild Alaskan waters. A gambling-like component is mixed in. The boat captains and owners can become quite wealthy if they survive. There is a really nice view home in our neighborhood that was built with King Crab money.
The best King Crab I have ever eaten was given to me by one of my clients when I was a practicing attorney all of those years ago. Our firm represented the wife of a King Crab fisherman and they were the nicest, funniest, and most likeable people you'd ever want to know. This woman had had a hysterectomy eight years previously, and "they" left an 8 inch forceps inside of her. It festered and caused innumerable problems until they finally did an x-ray and discovered she'd been walking around all of those years with that thing inside of her. Anyway, they were so grateful for our representation that they gave us some fresh King Crab right off of the boat. I know this couple's sons went into the family business so I add this as another reason for me to watch "Deadliest Catch".
The next time I eat King Crab I will have a new appreciation for what the crabbers experienced to bring this delicacy to my table. I do believe "Deadliest Catch" is catching on!!
Edmonds ferries from our front deck last week in CALM waters.
// posted by Janet @ 11:52 AM
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