It was a thrill to walk the bridge with My daughter on her birthday. The weather was glorious, and for a photographer wanting faces, there they were, as numerous as the stars.
Standing on the western end of Fox Island, on the beach below the family cabin, we had an unobstructed view of the powerful sun setting over Green Point and the Olympic Mountains. In August, late evening thunderstorms would roll in, leaving heavy clouds in their wake.
In late spring, with the hedges of maples and alders leafing out along the high bluff of North Tacoma, a parade of storms march above Commencement Bay and East Passage. The watery expanse is broad and feathered on its surface by the winds, and a bulk carrier travels south to Olympia.
For a few years before the money ran out, Tacoma hosted a fleet of tall ships for a weekend in early summer. Alongside the ships, restaurants set up tents with sit-down menus. One man waited outside Outback's tent in 2005, still before it, an extension of the mainmast of the Russian naval training ship Pallada.
The Mexican barque Cuauhtémoc sailed into Tacoma for the Tall Ships festival in 2005
Now old, the barge once was the cutting edge of Pacific Coast-wise designs.
"The trends...suggest that a dramatic breakthrough in ocean barging may be very close to realization."
--LARGE SEAGOING UNMANNED BARGE I TUG DEVELOPMENTS by Roger M. Jones and Charles S. Smith
Thea Foss, a fearless woman started the famed tug company bearing her name. She began with a row boat on a waterway below New Tacoma. My cousin Clare is of that stock, being a Tacoma Port Commisioner for more than 20 years, and responsible in part for establishing the park in Thea's name.
Extending the main east-west street across the City Waterway to the tidal flats of the Puyallup River from downtown Tacoma, the old Murray Morgan Bridge was built in 1913 of riveted steel. My grandfather's shipyard was built next to the bridge here on the shore opposite town. This is the site of the yard, 40 years after it burned to the ground. Shipyards burned down frequently in the old days, my grandfather having lost both of his yards to fire.
From the hill above Sunnyside beach, the lighted bridge and the lighted scribble of an airplane on approach to the airport to the west.