Propane troubles

Today we walked into town to grab some breakfast, fill one of the propane tanks and check out "Sand in the City" here in Olympia WA, but with a explosive twist...

After filling our propane tank this morning we needed coffee and food badly so we headed to a restaurant nearby. We walked in and sat down thinking we should check out some of the sand sculptures afterwards. While eating breakfast and enjoying the strong coffee with a now full aluminum propane tank sitting next to me, I could see the other costumers looking me over sternly. I wondered why for a bit till it dawned on me that we now live in a world of terror, or so it was advertised this way last time I watched the news and our propane tank looks like a bomb somewhat. Lucky for us no one harassed us or called the police. 

Next we strolled over to the festivities but this time we agreed that I should just continue carrying the tank back to the boat and meet up with my wife and son as soon as I was done. So off I went lugging this propane tank over my shoulder and my family heading the other way. This proved to be more trouble than I initially suspected because I was questioned by some stranger as to why and what I had slung over my shoulder. A man, woman, child and propane tank paints a safer picture than a single man and a tank I suspect. Anyways I proudly said with a smile that I'm a sailor and use propane to cook my food and that I live on a sailboat and I have to replenish my supplies. I walked and talked as to keep the man from causing a scene and with so much of a crowd I envisioned it getting ugly. Around this time I was near the boat yard area of our marina and figured id better cut through as to keep people from wanting to shoot me. At least people in the boat yard know what the hell I was doing. 

Well as soon as I entered the gate and transferred the now heavy propane bottle to my other shoulder I laid my eyes upon Emma. Emma is a 1976 Westsail 32 #572 owned by Joe who had just placed her on the hard for bottom paint. He spoke about her freely as most proud Westsail owners do. I was pleased to meet him and wanted to speak about our Westsail all day yet, he had to work on Emma and I needed to get back to the boat so we shook hands and said good byes. I did ask permission  for a photo once I return without the propane tank and he granted it. 

Another day in-between two worlds - one filled with terror, or so they say and the other filled with Westsails!