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If any of you have read "Boys in the Boat" by Daniel James Brown you will have a special appreciation for the University of Washington Crew house. The Seattle Urbansketchers met there in August on a glistening sunny summer morning. The ghosts of the 1937 Huskies who went on to win the Olympics in Germany just before the outbreak of WWII hover the sacred ground.
The new Conibear shell house, named after the Husky Crew coach that led his team to the Olympics in 1936, is almost as impressive, built in 2005 it houses the equipment for the 21st century. One of the shells housed in the new shell house was especially meaningful. It was named for crew team member and shirt-tail relative, William Peter Allen, who fell to his death while hiking in 2011.
This old boathouse reminds me of a 1950's motor home sitting at the base of the new deck. The round windows hint of nautical theme.
This dock sits alongside a pleasant footpath leading from the old boathouse to the new one. The sun, shade and water invited me in for a watercolor swim.
What town doesn't host the summer tradition of Music in the Park. Ours are held Wednesday evenings in Sylvester Park in downtown Olympia in front of the Superintendent of Public Schools building - formerly the State Capitol.
The golden glow from the setting sun puts everyone in a good mood.
Good enough to get up and dance.
And on Wednesdays in Lacey's Huntamer Park, just outside the office building where I work my day job, we have more Musid in the park. I don't usually have my paints with me here, so black and white pen work with a little added spit does the trick.
Once a year, sometime in early August, the Port of Olympia sponsors "Music at the Port". It's an early evening event held at the Port Plaza on the water side of Anthony's Homeport Restaurant. Whenever I've gone it's been the kind of summer evening you want to drink in and remember all winter long. This year was no different. The sun was casting a golden/purple glow as the shadows grew long. The music rocked with tunes from the 60's. The warm evening breeze kissed your skin. The crowd was smiling, the brave were dancing.