Tag...

You're it.  Scooter "tag"... nobody's it.  It's a race to see who can get a photo with your scoot and post it first.  The latest tag was "your scooter with a horse."  There are horses around here, once you get a ways out of town.  With the holiday weekend traffic pouring into the area, we didn't feel like mixing it up with the crowds.  Just off our island is a restaurant that has a silhouette of a cowboy on a horse painted on the side of the building...

Well, if you look just above the "Restaurant Now Open!" sign, you can see a bit of a horse.  Close enough.  Especially since I haven't participated in the scooter tag game in over a month.  The new tag I posted...

Your scoot by an American Legion Post, for the Memorial Day holiday.

The scooter tag game wasn't the main reason for being out... just running errands and riding around a bit.  We did brave the traffic to go to Walgreens; got "caught" at an intersection with a stoplight when our scoots didn't have enough weight or metal to them to set off the traffic controlled stoplight.  As traffic built up behind us, Joan got off her scoot to tell the woman who was stopped WAY behind us to pull ahead so her car would activate the light.  Yeah, we were there a while.  Over the holiday weekend, the city will probably just set the lights on flashing yellow to keep traffic moving on the main highway through town.  Those of us coming at it from a side street will just have to try to get out between cars... or just stay home for a couple days.  Or, just get out and about by boat.  ;-)

We rode around the Fingers area in town - canals like on our island.  The city put in a few slips for transient cruising boats a few years ago - they mostly sit unoccupied.  There is a sign there, letting people know that the slips are $30 per night.  Not a bad price, considering what the two marinas (both owned by the same people) in the area charge: $2.75 per foot.  Even though, there was only one boat in a slip there.

You have to drive through a residential neighborhood to get to this area, which also has the city boat ramp and parking (paid).  In front of one place along that street is a small retaining wall with this painted on it...

Orcas.  No, there are no Orcas around here.  If you go to the Convention Center on SPI, there is a Wyland Whaling Wall painted on it... also with Orcas.  For some perspective, the new-born Orca calves are larger than most of the adult dolphins around here.  But, people like Orcas - I know I do!

Heading back towards home around 2:00, I asked Joan if she wanted to stop anywhere for lunch... seems she wasn't hungry thanks to the apple pie we had before leaving the house (a la mode for those keeping track).  We drove by a BBQ place here in town (Porky's Pit)... the smell was wafting... I immediately started drooling.  "Let's go back for some BBQ!"

Porky's is kinda what you expect a Texas BBQ place to be - nothing fancy, a few LP album covers on the wall for decor, along with a couple Dallas Cowboys items, and a Route 66 sign.  We are nowhere near the actual Route 66.  Not even close to Ruta sesenta y seis.  ;-)  Joan had one of the specials...

I'm not generally one who posts photos of a meal, but that is a big pile of BBQ beef, coleslaw, mac & cheese, pickles and a jalepeno, and a couple slices of white bread.  You don't get white bread at the chain BBQ places.  ;-)

A few chores to do when we got home, one based on starting to look into considering to think about getting things ready to head out of here again.