“Seattle” Spartan Race

We drove to Snohomish for what is advertised on the web site as the Seattle Spartan Race.  Matt was doing the Beast, which was a step up from his race in April.  The sign informs us that the race is 11+ miles and 30+ obstacles.  If I may interject, the lack of detail on the sign is maddening.  Maybe they don’t know exactly how long the course is, but surely they know the exact number of obstacles, seeing as how they have to set them up.

Bag check.

Matt, his wristband, the map, and the plan.

Based on Matt’s performance in April, we estimated when I would have photo ops.

Plan established, Matt gears up, and poses at the official sign.  Here, he is following my prompt to “be a Beast”

Shirts of a team of participants.  While it’s impossible for the person on the right to fulfill both parts of her team name, she’s got the first one down. 

Athletic supporter!  Above and beyond!

Matt gets ready.  Why walk to the starting line when you can climb over a wall?

This was the race were I discovered my camera could take continuous photos if I held the shutter down.  I have a lot of continuous photo shots which were supposed to be complied into short videos, but were not.  Here’s Matt at the start of the race.  I enjoy this photo because he’s barely in the frame and that other guy has lost his shoe in the first 50 feet of the race.  It’s going to be a long race for him.

Race started, I wandered to my next photo op, catching this picture of headstand guy.

Matt climbing up the rope, which was an obstacle he had a hard time with in April.

This time he  easily rang the bell.

The rings, also a trouble spot last time.  Apparently, they are very slippery, so a lot of grip strength is involved.

Plus, you have to transition from rings to the bar, which kills your momentum.

Then there is  a third transition from bar to rope, and that’s where Matt fell

He did great on this obstacle, though.

Having fulfilled the first part of my athletic supporter picture duties, I retreated to the car to nap and read.  According to our calculations, I would next see him at mile 8, at approximately 4:05.  I set an alarm for 3:45 and proceeded to lounge.  I could see the runners along the tree line and at 3:00 I happened to look up from my book.  Was that just Matt?  I jumped out of the car and indeed it was him, more than an hour ahead of schedule.  Having missed the mile-8 photo, I packed my bag, closed up the car and headed for the photo-op spot, the A-Frame.

On the way I saw this sad story.  Also: ballsy criminals.  Due to the staggered start times of the races, people are wandering around all the time.

The downside of continuous shooting is that it eats through your battery quickly.  I was already on my backup battery, and concerned about running out, so this part of the race I shot one picture at a time. 

I liked how interested these boys were into tying grass around the caution tape.

Matt walking over the wall.

Matt at the top of the wall.

Headed toward the finish.  Plus: that girl’s expression.

Trying to turn off the headlamp he was required to wear.

Socks, duct tape and shoes, post race.

Matt indicating he has completed a Trifecta:  Sprint, Super and Beast. (The official Spartan Race requires you to complete all three races in one calendar year, but I think that’s a dumb rule, designed only to boost their sales.)  When you have completed a Trifecta, you get to buy a special medal to hold all three pieces.  The Spartan Race never misses an opportunity to make money.

Matt and the Edge Shirt, post-race.

Self-portrait by smiling males.  (rare)

Matt’s beefcake shot.

A happy finisher.

The athletic supporter had to use the port-a-potties, so the athlete ended up holding the sign with his head on it.  He seemed a bit embarrassed.

Rather than wait in the clump of the front side of the sign, we opted for the post race photo to be on the other side.

McMenamins Anderson School

We are cashing in two of our six free hotel nights.  Thanks McMenamins Passport!  (McMenamins Passport replies: Thank you for spending all that money at McMenamins while completing your passport.)

We’re staying at Anderson School, which is the newest hotel in the chain.  I’m glad to use our free nights at this hotel, as it’s more expensive than some of the others.

Why is is more expensive than some of the hotels?  A bathroom! In the room!  While I don’t mind at all the shared bathroom situation at many of the hotels (and am happy to trade off the bathroom for a lower-cost room) it was nice to have our very own bathroom.  There was also a TV.  Very un-McMenamins-like!

It did have the same awesome artwork throughout.  We stayed in a room named after a local Bothell resident who became an astronomer. 

I didn’t take pictures of the soaking pool, but it was an interesting experience. (You can see a picture in this blog post, or by googling) When we walked into the pool area, it seemed to be very cold and the lifeguards were bundled up in sweats and blankets.  We got in the water and kept as much of our bodies as possible in the warmth.  It was night, so it took a while, but eventually I wondered if the skylights not skylights but openings in the roof.  They were indeed openings.  And the huge windows on one wall were not windows, but also openings.  It’s an indoor/outdoor pool.  Apparently, it was built that way, when Anderson School was a school.  McMenamins kept it the same way.

“What happens when it rains?” I asked the lifeguard.

“It rains through the skylight,” was his nonplussed answer.

“What happens when it snows?”

“It snows through the skylight,” he said with a shrug.

Because of the unique indoor/outdoor pool experience, at times the pool is closed due to fog.

On Saturday we ate at the Tavern on the Square (actually we also ate there on Friday night, [McMenamins says: Thanks for spending money onsite while staying in the room for free] but these pictures came from Saturday morning)

This set of stained glass windows is David Schlicker’s interpretation of Mike McMenamin’s most favorite Grateful Dead song “Scarlet Begonias”

The lyrics to the verse are carved around the bar.

My irrational anger at a clothing company.

I walk by the Free People clothing store regularly and look at their displays with a kind of anthropological interest.  These are not clothes designed for me, nor am I meant to wear them.  I find some of them kind of cute (the dress on the left, the skirt on the right) and most of them puzzling.

But today I saw the Van Halen 1984 shirt and stopped short.  Why are they marketing a shirt for a band consisting of members who are too old to be this demographic’s fathers?  Is there some Van Halen resurgence among the young set I don’t know about? (Possibly.)  I suspect they just thought the logo looked cool and made it into a shirt.

A walk in Centralia

Aside from watching three movies and reading, my big activity in Centralia this trip was taking a long walk on Saturday morning.  I walked Main Street until it turned into Harrison Street and took me to Fort Borst Park.  Here’s what I saw:

Given my upbringing, it was inevitable that the next work that came to mind after reading that sign was “Footloose“.

I was interested that this business was wholly outside. The garage to the right was rented to another business.

I also loved their muffler man.

Too many flutes at the pawn shop.

Typical setup.  Planned Parenthood on one side of the street, anti-abortion organization on the other.

Someone had placed a scrap wood bench in front of their house.

Crossing the Skookumchuck River.

Hoo-boy did I love this sign.  Clearly, at one time the Panda Inn was a different kind of establishment.

A “lady” tending her crop outside the Country  Cousin restaurant.

The Historic Fort Borst Blockhouse, which was originally built for protection, but actually used to store grain.  Later Mr. Borst bought it and it was used as a house while the Borst house was being built.  That’s when the windows were cut in.

Fort Borst Park has a lot going on.  I took the one mile trail around the park.

No one was fishing when I walked by.

Here is the historic Borst House.  It was not open for tours when I wandered by.

The Borsts had a lot of dead children.

This Oregonian grumblingly questions if the trail in Washington is really the Oregon Trail.

Another picture of the Borst house.

Master Gardeners! It’s always good to come across a demonstration garden.

There was also a one-room replica schoolhouse.  

So many things to do at Fort Borst Park.  The “Pioneer Soccer Fields” name cracked me up.  Those pioneers were big soccer players.  Or maybe they are fields honoring early soccer players?

I loved this brochure rack of information available to all.

Some of the brochures were a little worse for wear, but still imparting important information.

There was a swim center in the park.  And attached to the swim center was a…miniature golf course?

Look what’s coming soon at the miniature golf theater.

On my way back I stopped at the Goodwill.

I was blown away by their Halloween display, including Look Book.

You could also have a costume match up.  My match up?  Ghostly Lumberjack.  I like the May 23 choice:  Evil Hero.

I found a mini keyboard to bring along to the ukulele sing alongs I occasionally attend.  I loved the design, including the tape player that looks like a CD player.  Sadly, this keyboard is not in tune. The C is actually an A#, so back to the Goodwill (in Portland) it went, to delight another.  It cost me $4.00, so I wasn’t terribly broken up.

I spent some time reading in the Centralia Library and really liked this reading recommendation flow chart.

Weekend Retreat to Centralia: getting there; my room.

I had a weekend retreat in Centralia, Washington, at the same site of a previous vacation.  Like that vacation, I traveled by train.  It was a good train riding experience.  When I checked in, the ticket agent said, “Your train is two hours late.” I knew this already, having looked online.  Then she said.  “Do you want me to see if I can get you on the train that’s coming in about 15 minutes?” The answer to that question was yes, I did.  She could, so off I went on the earlier train, that was arriving later than my departure time.  (I would love it if the US really put money into rail travel.)

I arrived in Centralia, walked the two blocks to the Olympic Club Hotel, checked in, dropped off my things and headed downstairs for a free movie (which is one of the perks.  No soaking pool, though.)

Here is my room.  At this hotel several of the rooms have only skylights, not windows.  It was cozy.

A view of the skylight.  If I had a project to finish and needed to get away to do so, I would come here and stay in one of these rooms.  They are very focusing.

Olympic Peninsula Vacation: Saying goodbye to the Log Cabin Resort and Matt orders a burger as big as his face.

One last picture of our cabin. I liked our cabin and the resort.  I did find it weird our cabin had no access to a water spigot.  It wasn’t a big deal for us, because we used a spigot from a nearby unoccupied campground, but were the resort full, it would have been weird to walk to the bathroom for water every time we needed it.  Also, the showers were pay showers, which was annoying.  And there was no place to do dishes.  Usually there is a water dump station.  When I asked at the lodge, they said to do them in the bathroom.  As the women’s bathroom did not have a faucet that worked properly, Matt was in charge of the dishes.  So there were some problems.  But overall, it was a nice, affordable place to stay.img_6374 img_6375

This was on the way home.  We stopped in Hoquiam, where we just missed some sort of parade.  Not only was it a huge burger, but the fries were top-notch too.img_6376 img_6377