Sometimes serendipity strikes in the midst of menial tasks. I was attempting to scrape the schmutz out of the gas grill when I heard a steam whistle. Since Casa Sammamish is nowhere near an old railroad, it had to be the mini steamboats. I ran downstairs and grabbed the phone to take a picture. Last year a whole flotilla went past. I saw only three today.
The first two steamboats.
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