I got downtown around seven thirty and
realized I had about four hours to kill with no money.
I walked downtown to the pier, well,
one of the piers. There were plaques about the city history and a few
displays. There was also a tiny stage donated by twenty businesses
around town. It was something that could've been whipped up in
someone's back yard in a long afternoon. I don't know; advertising is
advertising, but I was underwhelmed.
They have a Dairy Queen. I was aware of
it before. You can't really take a bus in this city without being
aware that there's a Dairy Queen here, but I mean, wow, I never
thought there'd be one up here. It's just the last place I'd expect a
Dairy Queen.
As the sun set, it got colder. No
matter where I walked, the wind seemed to hit me directly. The
streets are comfortably wide, so they don't block crosswinds that
well. You have to be right up against a building to get into its lee
side. The thing about this place is that, I swear to the gods, there
is a wind that comes down from the mountain and a wind that comes off
of the beach.
It's brutal.
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