The Westlake Pirates

We took the dinghy out for a spin recently. I wanted to write this entry mainly so I could say the word "dinghy" repeatedly. After this manually-propelled excursion, Steve traded his electric guitar for a trolling motor. You can click on the thumbnails to see bigger photos.

Steve rows us towards downtown. I rowed A LOT too, there's just no pictures. I'm serious.

We're going out for Lake Union Crew Team. You can see the Space Needle all tiny over Steve's shoulder.

This is a houseboat at the marina next to ours that I totally have a crush on. It's the cutest thing ever and I want to draw daisies all over it with crayons. It looks like a cake or something.

The Hot Fudge, a houseboat in our marina that was for sale for the lowly sum of $580,000 or some such nonsense. We think the marina manager might have bought it cause we see him over there all the time on the balcony eating dinner. He's like that opponent in Monopoly who suddenly makes the game no fun, because they have more money than anyone else and they just start buying stuff and putting hotels on it for the hell of it. Well, I can't blame him. It's a gorgeous houseboat. No Octopus of Love, clearly, but still a real looker.

Heading back home, you can see Gasworks Park over Steve's shoulder.

We return to China Sun after an exhausting tour of Lake Union. My arms are killing me! (from holding the camera while Steve rows.) You can't see our boat in this picture, but you can see the big green floating home next to us called The Salsa with the big American flag and seahorse windsock, and to the left of that is Barry's Boat. The Cruise-a-Home from hell. Although I guess it's not Barry's Boat anymore cause he finally sold it. But it will always be Barry's Boat to us. Shelly's floating home, The Salsa, is really gorgeous, and they have a clawfoot porcelain bathtub with hands and mermaids painted on it. Next time we pass go and collect $2 million dollars, we're going to buy that one, too.