there was too much summer left after brunch to return home for napping; so we hiked down to the waterfront, hopped on the water taxi (past the flock of princesses waiting for their cruise), and walked over to Alki, where major requirements of the beach area is some combination of dog, kid, kite, and properties. There, we found margaritas and lots of tortilla chips along with very strict rules about seating, timing, and happy hour.
Annual Water taxi voyage
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