50 Shades of Sydney (or, hey it was foggy this morning)

It was a damp, grey, murky morning when we woke up.

Such fog
Such fog

And since we were up and dressed extra early to hit the grocery store for breakfast (guess who went to the store three times this week and forgot eggs, bread, and milk each time? I need to start making a list), we decided to take a short walk down to the park to get pictures of the fog.

Fog Quest 2014!

Apparently, this is Mel Gibson's favorite bar when he's in Sydney. The actual Mel Gibson. I'm going to stop in there one day to check out all the shrines dedicated to Braveheart. And maybe hear a psychotic rant or two.
Apparently, this is Mel Gibson’s favorite bar when he’s in Sydney. The actual Mel Gibson. I’m going to stop in there one day to check out all the shrines dedicated to Braveheart. And maybe hear a psychotic rant or two (whatever happened to Mel Gibson, anyway?).

We decided to go past the park, and headed down to Mort Bay. I love Mort Bay. It’s not very exciting compared to other water areas of Sydney, but it holds some good memories for me. When I first came to Sydney in 2012 to visit my friend, Odie, he and Joel took me to Mort Bay with a couple of $5 bottles of wine and we just carried on. Nothing terribly crazy happened, but it was the night that I first got to know Joel, and I got a chance to re-bond with one of my best friends.  Just one of those nights where everyone drinks a bit too much and everyone dies from laughing. It’s one of my most treasured memories.

Two of my favorite filthy animals.
2012: Two of my favorite filthy animals.

It was nice to walk down there again and feel the good feelings. Even if the weather was getting super humid. (i.e. I was slowly becoming a ball of sweat)

The only other people out were excited dog walkers.
The grounds of Mort Bay. The only other people out were excited dog walkers.
Magpie! These birds will attack you if they think you're threatening their nest. I give everyone I see a wide berth.
Magpie! These birds will attack you if they think you’re threatening their nest. I give everyone I see a wide berth.
We watched a ferry come in
We watched a ferry come in. We were tempted to hop on the ferry because seriously–how cool would riding a ferry be in the fog? But, lack of foresight (buying tickets) stopped us. Next time, foggy day.
This scene is just begging for brisk, cold weather and for me to be wearing a Shetland sweater as my exposed fingers numbed around the camera. Alas, it was very humid and the camera was slipping out of my sweaty paws.
This scene is just begging for brisk, cold weather and for me to be wearing a Shetland sweater as my exposed fingers numb around the camera. Alas, it was very humid and the camera was slipping out of my sweaty paws.
Some fancy pants live here.
Some fancy pants live here.
Hello Ferry! *toot toot*
Hello Ferry! *toot toot*
so still. and a little spooky.
It was so still and quiet. So perfect.
walking down to the Colgate Building
We continued walking, down to the Colgate Building
Ahh!
Ahh!
ahhhhhh!!
Ahhhhhh!!
I want to live near a flower wall.
I want to live near a flower wall.
This building was converted from a historic factory into Far Too Expensive Apartments. sigh.
This building was converted from a historic factory into Far Too Expensive Apartments. sigh.

I dressed for a short walk, which meant flip flops. And now the bottoms of my feet are blistered. Awesome. But, the blisters were worth it. By 10 AM this morning, Joel and I had a) gone on an adventure, b) finished the grocery shopping, c) did our exercise, d) made and eaten a pancake breakfast, and e) gathered a blog post for me. Since then, we did dishes and made left over tacos and did dishes again. And now I’m blogging. And I might get up to make brownies. PRODUCTIVITY. FAT AND PRODUCTIVITY.

Oh, speaking of fat and productivity–I know where I’ll be on Friday night.

I feel like I'd be betraying my Kentucky/Ohio ancestry by not going to a meat raffle.
I feel like I’d be betraying my Kentucky/Ohio ancestry by not going to a meat raffle.

On that note, time for brownies.

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