#portage bay

[corduroy-bears]

Portage, 2022

[jscolman]

The Christmas Ships, Portage Bay.

Seattle, Winter, 2023.

Peace to all.

[lil-noumi]

Portage Bay Cafe

[dailyoverview]

Seattle is the most populous city in the state of Washington, with a population of roughly 750,000. Situated on an isthmus between the Puget Sound and Lake Washington, the city is a major gateway for trade with Asia. This Overview shows several neighborhoods north of the city center, including Eastlake, Portage Bay, Montlake and others.

47.609722°, -122.333056°

Source imagery: Nearmap

[arokel]

Forever betrayed that George Clooney didn't spend his massive budget on filming in Washington state so here's some old Seattle photos from the 30s/very early 40s to make me feel better (individual photos + explanations under the cut!)

Looking down from Capitol Hill over Lake Union towards Queen Anne

Overlooking Portage Bay and the UW campus

Seattle's Hoovertown in Elliot Bay, with the Kalakala ferry in the distance

The Kalakala up close and in person! There she is!! (Pier 2 near Fisherman's Wharf, facing downtown)

Aerial view of the UW campus, including Drumheller Fountain

Looking over Drumheller Fountain towards Husky Stadium

Tugboat passing under the University Bridge, headed for the Aurora Bridge along Lake Union

UW students rowing along the Montlake Cut, with the Montlake Bridge in the background

Students rowing among sailboats on Lake Union

[amarantine-amirite]

Would I Run Off The World Someday

Lucille passed all manner of neon signs and business parks. But this was far from a relaxing night drive. 

She has two years before she can get her license. She doesn’t know where she is. Her passenger, Cheryl, struggled to keep the contents of her stomach at bay, her complexion paling as A wave of nausea overwhelmed her. She clenched the armrest in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure.

She’d seen Cheryl this carsick before, on her first day at Rat Portage school. 

Upon transferring to Rat Portage, Lucille had a rude awakening regarding transport to and from school. Rat Portage is a K-12 school, and as such, students must use school-provided transit. It wasn’t like her old school, where students could get themselves to school on their own. 

She shouldn’t have had to take a school bus. Rat Portage is only a four-minute walk from Lucille's house, but rules were rules. 

The commute to and from school couldn't be more arduous. The drive from her house to St Jerome train station took 14 minutes. After a ten-minute wait, she rode the train three stops to Hermitage station. Another 33 minutes. The hardest part was getting from Hermitage to her school bus stop on Belmont Street. If she was lucky, it was 5 minutes in the cab. If she wasn’t, it was a 43-minute walk. The bus ride itself only took 11 minutes. All this to get somewhere a 4-minute walk away.

Lucille’s first day on the school bus did not go so well. She had to sit next to Cheryl. Cheryl didn’t look too good to start with, but it got worse as the ride wore on. 

It all came to a head when the bus hit a bump. Cheryl barfed. She aimed for the window and missed, so it landed on Lucille. 

Cheryl should have been banned from the bus due to her carsickness but wasn’t. Lucille swore she would never get in a vehicle with Cheryl again.

Flash forward to today. Lucille and Cheryl are once again in a vehicle together, except things are different this time. As it was a private car, rather than a school bus, they didn't sit next to each other.

It looked like there would not be a repeat performance of what happened on the bus. Then Cheryl gagged.

“OK, do not throw up back there,” Lucille warned, "If there's barf back there, The person who owns this car is going to ask questions, and I will not have a good answer.”

“I’m not going to throw up,” Cheryl said, gagging again in the middle of the sentence.

“Let's hope not”

Cheryl closed her eyes and tumbled off to sleep. Good, Lucille thought.

Too bad Cheryl had a nightmare. 

She dreamt she was in a white room with a large spirit who had blue skin. His eyes hung from his jowls, just above his vaguely testicular chin and well below his crimson tomato of a nose. A long-legged and striped, button-up singlet with a sagging trap door clung to his round body and long, skinny arms. He gave off a strong shit smell.

Cheryl did her best to dodge him, as there was no telling when the mess was going to fall out of the trap door. Even if she held her nose as tight as she could, the stink stung her eyes and the taste of it in her mouth made her gag. 

The spirit’s trap door sagged deeper and deeper. She tried to find somewhere to hide from the imminent shitstorm. Instead, she found a mask and snorkel while trying to hide from the impending diarrhea. In a flash, she put it on and fastened the straps as tight as she could.

It stunned her how effective the mask was. The stink of shit didn’t burn her eyes, and if she had the snorkel in her mouth, she didn’t taste the smell in her mouth.  

The spirit floated in the air and pumped out enough sludge that it broke through the trap door on the singlet, flooding the room with diarrhea. She didn’t care. Even if he pointed his ballooning bottom in her general direction and the torrent walloped her in the chest, she didn’t care. 

Problem. It didn’t take long for the ankle-deep sewage to become chest-deep and then neck-deep. The chunky, bubbling slop didn’t behave like water. Cheryl learnt the hard way that she didn’t float. She sank, not unlike how people drown in manure pits. 

Why she had a dream like that remains a mystery. It must have been a distorted memory from a vacation. When she was nine, her family went on vacation somewhere. Some of the people got sick, and some didn’t. Cheryl had just come back from the pool to discover that her grandfather had died from the tummy bug that her father and aunt somehow survived. They had to go back home right away. Upon arriving home, they just discovered their basement flooded. 

But her mind didn’t replay this event as it happened. Instead, it went with a caricature of her late grandfather in the form of a rotund humanoid with long skinny limbs, a red nose and blue skin flooding a metaphorical basement with his intestinal distress and the only thing keeping Cheryl safe was the snorkel mask she had at the pool.

Carsickness doesn’t care about the deeper meaning of your dreams. It only cares about haunting them with a Vogon knockoff of Fofao with no bowel control. Upon awakening, Cheryl rolled down the window and threw up. 

“I heard that,” Lucille grunted.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Cheryl chuckled, “it all went out the window.”

Lucille snickered in response. “Good thinking, let the person behind us worry about it.”

Cheryl learned her lesson from the school bus. The key to hurling out the window is to actually get the stomach contents out the window. It was now the problem of the person behind them.

Lucky for them, the guy behind them didn’t catch up. The vomit caked his windshield and he wrapped his car around a fixture of some kind.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Manitoba's police watchdog says it won't recommend charges against two Winnipeg police officers who fatally shot a man 13 times last August as the man came after them with a baseball bat. 

The shooting happened just after 2 a.m. on August 27, 2022, in the back lane near Bernier Bay in the city's Windsor Park neighborhood, according to a report issued Wednesday by the Independent Investigation Unit of Manitoba, which is mandated to investigate all serious incidents involving police in the province. 

Police had been pursuing the man after he ignored instructions to stop on Portage Avenue near Polo Park Shopping Centre, according to the report. [...]

In their prepared statements, both officers said the man continued to advance toward them with a baseball bat and refused to listen to calls to drop his weapon. 

The officers say they fired at the man, but he still continued to charge forward with the bat. The officers fired more rounds, and the man fell backward and dropped his bat. [...]

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[mrbenvs3000w24]

My Relationship with Nature: A Lifelong Journey of Mentorship and Discovery in North Bay

Growing up in the heart of Northern Ontario, amidst the serene beauty of North Bay, I've had the privilege of developing a profound connection with nature that has shaped my worldview and defined my sense of place. My journey into the arms of Mother Nature has been a lifelong odyssey, and in this blog post, I'll explore how this relationship has evolved over the years, with a special nod to the person who offered me a lasting "sense of place" – my father.

Nestled between the picturesque landscapes of Lake Nipissing and Trout Lake, North Bay has been more than just a geographical location for me. It's a sanctuary, a haven, and a teacher. The two lakes, each with its own unique charm, have been the backdrop to countless memories and the catalyst for my passion for the great outdoors.

My earliest encounters with nature were guided by the steady hand of my father. He was my mentor, introducing me to the wonders of the natural world and instilling in me a deep respect for the intrinsic value of spending time amidst its beauty. From the tender age of a curious child, I embarked on adventures with him, exploring the wooded trails surrounding our home and casting my gaze upon the vastness of Lake Nipissing.

Hiking became our shared passion, an activity that not only strengthened our bond but also allowed me to appreciate the intricate details of the local flora and fauna. The trails became our silent storytellers, narrating tales of resilience, adaptation, and the cyclical beauty of life in Northern Ontario.

As I grew older, our adventures took on new dimensions. Kayaking and canoeing became staples of our summer adventures, with several Northern Ontario Lakes serving as our aquatic playgrounds. The rhythmic paddle strokes mirrored the harmony of nature, and the shimmering waters beneath us became a canvas upon which we painted memories that would last a lifetime.

Portaging added an element of challenge and camaraderie to our outdoor pursuits. Carrying a canoe between lakes tested our physical strength but also reinforced the idea that every obstacle in nature could be overcome with determination and teamwork. In this sense, my relationship with nature became an immersive journey of self-discovery, resilience, and a profound understanding of the interconnectedness between humans and the natural world.

Camping during the May long weekends has evolved into a cherished tradition for our family—a time to disconnect from the hustle of everyday life and fully embrace the calming wilderness. The crackling campfire, the symphony of night sounds, and the crisp scent of pine needles all contribute to the enchantment of our outdoor retreats.

This annual tradition, etched into the fabric of my life since birth, marks a celebration of the warmer days as we pitch our tents, stoke the campfire, and revel in the timeless joy of camping beneath the starlit canopy. These weekends symbolize the changing seasons and serve as a poignant reminder that nature, like life, unfolds in a continuous cycle of renewal and growth.

In retrospect, my relationship with nature has not only been nurtured by the enchanting landscapes of North Bay but also shaped by the values and lessons imparted by my father. Through his guidance, I've come to understand that nature is not merely a place we visit; it's a living, breathing entity that deserves our respect and protection.

As I continue to explore the wonders of North Bay and beyond, I carry with me the imprints of these formative experiences, particularly those shared with my father. His presence in every hiking trail, every paddle across the lakes, and every crackle of the campfire has been a constant reminder of the profound impact a parent can have on shaping a deep connection with the natural world.

North Bay, with its endless trails, lakes, and timeless beauty, will forever be the canvas on which my journey with nature unfolds, painted with the brushstrokes of memories created alongside my father. It is here, amidst the serene beauty of Northern Ontario, that our shared adventures have defined not only my hobbies but also instilled in me a deep sense of responsibility towards the environment. In the silent whispers of the trees and the gentle lapping of the lakeshores, his teachings echo, forming the foundation of my enduring "sense of place."

Attached above is a photo of me, immersed in the serene beauty of Northern Ontario, engaged in the rhythmic pursuit of kayaking. Paddle in hand, I navigate the tranquil waters, each stroke propelling me forward on a journey of connection with nature. This snapshot encapsulates more than a mere moment; it captures the essence of my deep affinity for the outdoors. In the gentle sway of the kayak and the picturesque surroundings, the photo becomes a visual ode to the timeless joy of exploring the pristine lakes that have been an integral part of my life's journey.

[transit-fag]

Based off the high performance of the midwest in the proposed lines poll, which Midwestern proposed route is best for the people

[radiomogai]

[ID: two flags, each rectangular with 4 equally-sized horizontal stripes with a thick one in the middle. from top to bottom, the stripes of the left flag go almost-black green, portage, off-white, portage, and almost-black green. from top to bottom, the stripes of the right flag go portage, governor bay blue, off-white, governor bay blue, and portage. end ID]

Sleepwatchic and Visirestic

[PT: Sleepwatchic and Visirestic. end PT]

left is sleepwatchic, right is visirestic

Sleepwatchic: a juvelic orientation for soporine-loving-occunous, exclusively or not

Visirestic: a juvelic orientation for occunous-loving-soporine, exclusively or not

self-indulgent, coined for myself {Cecil} and Jon lol

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[oonajaeadira]

For the specific asks - 13, 17, 21 and 24 🥰

<3 <3 <3. Ah. I see you're going for some of the darker ones, Nonnie. .

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

I haven't watched the movies so I'm not sure if there's any amnesty rules, but if Canada was benevolent, I'd just drive up to Thunder Bay for a getaway. Or, of course, I'd just make sure I was abroad on vacation at that time.

If that wasn't an option? Most likely get a permit for Boundary Waters, take the SO, and portage into a wild area. Maybe get out to Gunflint or Saganaga Lake and find a place to camp on the Canadian side.

If you weren't allowed to leave your city? Then I'd go break into and hide in the one place nobody's going to think to loot: The library.

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an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

I'm a fidgeter. Never thought I was one until a friend of mine showed me all of her fidget toys she keeps on her desk because otherwise she'd start playing with her earrings or scratching her scalp or picking at her nails...all of which I do. I tend to wear rings and earrings every day and I am constantly fiddling with them. If I'm wearing a necklace? Look out. I have a koosh ball on my desk that I rub and toss between my hands while I work (bonus ASMR!). And I carry two crystals in a pouch in my purse--one is a prophecy stone (spikey and textured) and one is a carnelian worry stone (smooth and glossy) both of which I only take out in emergencies because once I start touching those effers I'm never gonna stop....

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a number that weirds you out?

Someone recently pointed out to me that numbers are abstract concepts. Show me 1. Show me 2. You can't. You can show me the written numerals. You can show me two apples. But you cannot show me an actual number unless it is represented by a written symbol or code.

Numbers don't actually exist. Numbers are ghosts that everyone believes in. What is zero even? Some ancient cultures didn't even have a concept of zero. Some cultures believed that numbers were grouped in 13s the way we do 10s and 5s. Animals don't know numbers. A chicken with 9 chicks only knows that there are many. At most, she knows there are 3 groups of 3 because that's what her brain can comprehend and what is counting? What? Why? My head hurts.

And they just keep going? There's no end? Even though they don't really exist? Infinite beyond human comprehension? That's some Lovcraftian horror for you right there.

And in that way, all numbers kinda freak me out. If I think about it too hard.

Also, I'm really bad at math and I think this might be why.

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which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

I am American and do not use American English proudly, but rather out of habit.

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weirdly specific and unrelated asks

[mbsposts]

Thursday, July 11, 2024 Day 11

End Mileage 42096 Start Mileage 42066 Miles 30

Postcards 4.34 Laundry 4.00 Ice 4.00 Gas 31.10 Breakfast 13.30 Dairy Queen 7.36 Boat 786.00 Insurance 254.63 Total 1,307.73 Stacey Room 203.00

Sadly, prepared to leave the park. Everyone was ready at the dock before 7:00 AM CST. The boat left early and with stops at Malone Bay and Windigo. We entered Grand Portage before 3:00 PM. And all the family headed to Grand Marais. Stacey walked to the harbor lighthouse. We all ate at an unreasonable meal in town – Gunflint Tavern. Terrible meal and service. Then we all departed in our sperate ways. Scott and Stacey were headed for Duluth for the night. I stayed in Grand Marais with Stacey providing me with a room in the middle of town. It was expensive. I did laundry, prepared postcards, and back at the room attempted to use the internet. Slow going. It was a good day.

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[ultraheydudemestuff]

Riverside Chapel in Riverside Cemetery

1300 S. Clinton St.

Defiance, OH 43512

The Riverside Chapel is located in Riverside Cemetery off S. Clinton Street in Defiance, Ohio. Located in the 1300 to 1400 block of South Clinton Street, Riverside Cemetery is the city's largest cemetery. The City of Defiance Division of Parks and Recreation is responsible for maintenance of cemetery grounds. For winterization purposes, the water is turned off in October and turned on in the Spring.

The history of Riverside Cemetery starts with the purchase of land (now Old Riverside) from Horatio G. Phillips by the Defiance Rural Cemetery Association in 1847. In 1883, ownership of the cemetery was transferred to the city of Defiance. In 1888, the city acquired fifty acres to the south which became Riverside Cemetery.

The Cemetery Chapel was built in 1888, by John Demann and W. S. and A. G. McClary with assistance from Architect Jonathan I. Hale. This Gothic Revival structure consists of a slate gabled roof and a true Gothic ceiling done by expert craftsmen. The exterior walls are built of limestone with handsome belt coursings of portage red stone. The chapel room is 22 feet by 34 feet with an additional bay for the lowering apparatus used to lower bodies into the vault. The massive doors and window frames are handsomely done in natural pine. The floor is Georgian marble carried on segmental brick arches between steel beams. The interior walls are stucco, delicately tinted from terra cotta to a light blue. There is a handsome mantel and open grate of glass tile from Europe.

The Riverside Chapel is probably one of the best examples of Gothic Revival style in this area. The original cost of the building was $8,500. The chapel is the property of the City of Defiance. The interior of the Chapel is cared for by the Fort Defiance Chapter Daughters of the American Revolution. The inside of the Chapel is beautiful. The chapel is currently used for small weddings, funerals, and/or committal services. Those who are interested can contact the Fort Defiance DAR. It was listed with the National Register of Historic Places on April 11, 1977.

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[disgracedmilfman]

Howdy howdy, it's time for Cyndaquil Park Sunday! Where I try to visit every public park in Seattle, take pictures with Cyndaquil, and do a quick writeup.

Day 1 is Fritz Hedges Waterway Park. This is a new park, finished in 2020 by the Seattle Parks Department after a negotiated land transfer from the University of Washington. Fritz Hedges himself is a longtime employee of the parks department, so they're probably one of the least evil people to get a park named after them in this city. Sidebar: the UW controls, quite frankly, a freaky amount of land in this state. They are a real estate empire. And they ignored their black students' requests to take their statue of George Washington down.

Fritz Hedges is a perfectly charming little park with picnic tables, benches, lawnchairs, a small beach with logs to sit on, and lovely views of Portage Bay. Also ducks, a lot of ducks.

This is a cute spot to visit, especially if you want to grab a pastry and breakfast sandwich from St Bread nearby. Maybe bite too hard into a fried egg on accident and blast yolk on your own legs and feel like a toddler.

However, if I knew someone was coming from out of town, I wouldn't be telling them: You gotta see Fritz Hedges. It would not even come to mind, to be honest with you.

Tune in next week for another park! Or don't, I don't really care

(visited 1/8/25)

[i-rate-trains-in-posts]

favorite railroad?

Ooh, that’s difficult. My favourite mainline railway is either the Canadian pacific or Canadian national. My favourite short line is another question. I like the reading and northern, I like the Waterloo central, South simcoe and former York Durham. My favourite narrow gauge railway is the Huntsville and lake of bays railway, better known as the portage flyer.