Took off from Phoenix on Wednesday afternoon, flying under an assumed name (R. A. Bell) and landed in a northwestern enclave known for fish throwing and people who never honk in traffic. If you must know, I'm undercover, doing top secret babysitting for a certain grandkid.
Booked a room in a one bedroom walk-up on Sixth Street ($150 a night), overlooking a freeway that runs wall to wall 24-7.
Met a former El Encanto bartender on top of the town's tallest building and had a drink. Before we left I excused myself and took this photo out the bathroom window:
Took a walk this morning down to Pioneer Park to take in the Klondike Museum. Enjoyed it. A Park Ranger there told me that before he took off for Saint Michael, Alaska, Wyatt Earp used to gamble at the J&M Cafe on 2nd Ave, and that it's still there. I am skeptical of the claim, but, of course I had to walk over there and have my picture taken in front of it.