Always glad to see the Watchman's work.
Papal Throne
Home Turf. About halfway between Crescent and Whiterock beach, there's a clothing optional spot for swimmering, minus naked hippies and crowded potential for encountering coworkers or friends. The water is much nicer, the beach is way rockier.
Mr. H. Pockets waiting to hop an Eastbound train, sharpening a drawing implement, and wearing funny shoes. We waited for 12 hours or something, then...
....This came.
Spotted? NBD! Dude is our friend now, and thinks painting on trains is cool.
Relish is the dude.
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