Ate at Emmett Watson's Oyster Bar, 'cause the sign said oysters. Pretty good! My plan was to walk through parts of the market that I had never been through after finishing lunch, but I found myself wandering away from the crowds and back to my bicycle.
I began to slip into post-shellfish food coma on a bench outside of the Aquarium when my dear friend, Kristin, arrived. After a few more moments of that oh-so valuable vitamin D-exposure, we headed inside.
The renovated Aquarium building is beautiful! I have to say it makes the top 5 list of good things about the Seattle Aquarium. Here are the other four, in no particular order.
As Kristin mentioned, this was her second exploitation of a living creature. Her first is pictured below:
In all fairness the panda was paid for its services and the anemone does not have a brain. And Kristin is a lovely person!
See? Lovely person! And speaking of otters, these were not your regular otters. No, the Seattle Aquarium otters are OTTERS OF EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES!
There is Annie, an Exxon-Valdese oil spill orphan. And Lootas was injured in a boating accident (not driving), the same boating accident that killed her mother. And some other Otter that I can't remember the name of was found on an airport runway! Seven weeks old, hypothermic.
You get the drift. For leading such harrowing, young lives the otters now appeared to be thriving. Smiling, in fact (which may just be the shape of their faces).
I was making a list, wasn't I? Oh, yeah, good things about the aquarium. Well maybe there are three, not five. They also have a female 'giant' octopus named Buster. She's okay I guess, not as giant as I would have liked. But she's not bad.
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Once we had left the aquarium I was down to only one more tourist stop: The Argosy harbor cruise. I honestly hadn't been looking forward to the harbor cruise, I felt as though I had seen a significant portion of the waterfront already and was afraid I'd be in for an hour-long helping of redundant. But this was the best. The best, by far! The sun sat low in the western sky, Mt. Rainier peaked out above some clouds for the first time in a week. And the information was great, I actually learned quite a bit about the history of the Seattle waterfront (Ask me specifics, I won't recall here). The coolest part was seeing the shipping and receiving yard, the cranes up close - just different views of a familiar landscape:

I love those cranes. After the cruise we checked out Ye Olde Curiousity Shoppe, at the recommendation of the cruise's 'narrator.' Y.O.C.S. = meh.
Sunset was approaching rapidly, luckily I'd become so familiar with the route to and up the space needle that I arrived at the top just in time to see the sun slip behind the Olympics. I grabbed a west-facing table, next to two keenly-coiffed elderly women discussing their most recent travel endeavors ("Three cruises since October is my max."). Ugh, I so agree!
Could not have asked for a better sunset.

While I had learned some valuable lessons over the two days (formulate savings plan for future SUV stroller; tigers fight over food; run to the Space Needle in the event of an earthquake), I was happy to ride back up to the Hill of Anti-Tourism Aspirations (Capitol Hill, that is).





















And you can put the City Pass in your pocket.