Rosie The Rat Dog In Stewart British Columbia Shopping At Dean's Groceries

This morning we learned, via a blogging on the Rosie the Rat Dog Alaska! blog, that Rosie and her entourage are no longer in Alaska.

The giant RV has now left America and is currently in Canada.

In Rosie's blog post titled New Beginnings we see a forlorn ghost town called Stewart. Stewart is in British Columbia. British Columbia is province of Canada.

In Stewart, Rosie came upon an abandoned store called Dean's Groceries. Under the picture of Dean's Groceries, Rosie added the caption, "Happy Birthday Dean!"

That someone would call me Dean might confuse someone.

My full name is Durango Dean Jones. When my sister, who Rosie the Rat Dog takes care of, was little, she could not say words with more than one syllable. So, she took to calling me by my middle name, which is only one syllable and really easy for a little kid to pronounce, unlike that Durango tongue twister.

I know it may seem hard to believe, but to this day very few of my relatives, or friends, call me Durango. They refer to me by that middle name. I blame this on my sister.

This Coming Thursday Rockin' the Green Trinity River's Happy Hour Inner Tubing Party

The ad on the left, advertising the Trinity River Vision Boondoggle's Rockin' the River Live on the Trinity Inner Tube Happy Hour is in this week's Fort Worth Weekly.

The River Rockin' takes place the 2nd and 4th Thursdays of the summer months of June, July and August.

This means this coming Thursday is another Trinity River Inner Tubing Happy Hour day.

I saw the Trinity River yesterday as I drove over the bridge heading east on Randol Mill Road. The river has turned a very interesting shade of green.

Did the 2nd Rockin' the River Inner Tubing Happy Hour see an increase or decrease in the number of floaters?

Is the Trinity River turning green due to the water warming up, due to the HOT weather, causing algae and other bad stuff to grow?

You reading this in the Pacific Northwest and wondering why anyone would have concerns about inner tubing in a river, well, the Trinity River is not like pristine Pacific Northwest rivers. It is more like a ditch or a slough.

In the Pacific Northwest context, going inner tubing in the Trinity River would be like going inner tubing in the Straits of Juan de Fuca off the coast of Victoria, British Columbia. With the Straits of Juan de Fuca being a waterway in which Victoria pumps raw, untreated sewage.

However, if you went inner tubing in the Straits of Juan de Fuca, off the coast of Victoria, the polluted water would be your only thing to look out for. You would not be sharing the water with scary fish like alligator gar. Or actual alligators. Or snapping turtles. Or snakes like water moccasins.

What is the reason the Trinity River Vision Boondoggle has added Happy Hour Inner Tube Floats to its vision? How much do the Happy Hours cost? Is the cost being covered completely by the sponsors?

Are J.D. Granger and his mom, Kay, going to be in the Trinity River on Thursday? If not, why not?

The Pacific Northwest's Severed Feet

Down in Texas I'd been reading about the washing ashore of severed feet in tennis shoes up in British Columbia's Straits of Georgia.

A few days ago a severed foot washed ashore near Port Angeles on the Washington side of the Straits of Juan de Fuca. That's what the body of water between Washington and Vancouver Island is called. Sort of the entry to Puget Sound.

So far, no one has been found who is missing a foot. The police don't know what they are dealing with. The feet are real. But where are they coming from? Some twisted hoax where someone with access to corpses is hacking off a foot prior to burial?

Is there some fresh variant of a Pacific Northwest serial killer out there? Doing the murder of someone who no one notices is missing and then hacking of his or her foot?

Each of the feet have been found inside running type shoes. An expert in ocean currents has said that the feet could have been dumped in one location with the currents delivering them, over time, to far ranging places, as in all the way to Northern California.

All I know for certain is when I'm up here and walking along a Puget Sound beach, if I see a tennis shoe I will not be looking inside to see if there is a foot.