Wrong time of the year for the salmon to be jumping up the fish ladder—except for maybe a few steelheads—although we did find some action in the Ballard Locks—two locks, actually. We always call them the Ballard Locks because they’re on the south edge of the Ballard neighborhood, but they’re really the Hiram M. Chittenden Locks.
By the way, that little building off to the right of the ship in this view, and on the spit between the locks, has a rosebush at each end (that irregular shape behind the guardrail), firmly rooted in a slot about four inches wide and less than a foot long. Such tenacity plants have!