Last night, Tim and I decided to walk over to The Old Spaghetti Factory from our home. It seemed like a simple enough task. It's by the river. We're by the river. We can see the blue lights that surround TOSF from the curb. It seemed simple enough.
I think it is only about 500 yards away.
Of course, we decided to walk on the path along the river. After dark.
Turns out, there's not a path any more. They're (go figure) building something, so they've uprooted the entire path along the river between our house and TOSF parking lot.
We didn't know until we were committed to the journey, though, so we kept trudging along. And in case you don't know what it's like next to a river where they're doing sky scraper construction in the rain after dark, let me tell you a bit about it.
I think it would have been easier to track Bigfoot thru the North Cascades in the winter. I only sank up to my shin in mud once, but I definitely learned a bit about how deep puddles can be in several different places.
It was a fun, if a little messy trek. In the end, amazingly enough, we got to TOSF parking lot but were trapped inside a construction fence. How we ended up inside the perimeter is a really good question, but none-the-less, we were on the wrong side of a 6 foot fence at the last possible minute. The fence is not the amazing part, though. The amazing part is that there was a gate, and it wasn't locked.
We opened it up, strode across the threshold and were dining at TOSF in mere minutes. It's an experience I'd recommend to anyone. I recommend the Spaghetti Vesuvius.
