Spookyaking

In my constant effort not to admit that I’m a booring fucking 9-5’er I took off at 5:30am this morning to go down to Renton (currently serving 3 months before I come up for parole). Figured I’d go kayaking for a few hours before going to the office.

It was spooky, cold, windy, pretty rough, foggy and kind of evil… just my cup of tea.

There must be some kind of fairly large river/stream coming out of Boeing… there were breaking waves down by the big warehouse/factory and very swirly currents. On top of this there was tons of vary large junk sunk all over the place, trees just under the water, etc., etc. In complete darkness, freezing to death, this get’s kind of scary.

But, it was also pretty cool.