The words Welcome to Gray Harbor are the first thing one sees upon descending into the basement, painted in rich blue letters in a rounded font at an angle, as if they were dominating the top right corner of a tourist billboard or postcard. The sun is either setting or rising over the deep blue ocean, golden light glittering upon the dark water, the sky a brilliant amber yellow given depth and texture with fluffy white curves, sunlight caught in clouds. The tagline Where Dreams Come True, painted in a smaller script along a horizontal line below knee-height, marks the end of those standard rectangular parameters though the mural bleeds right out along the rest of that wall and around the corner to the next, occupying nearly two whole walls of this large space. After the turn, on the second wall, a free-standing door rises from sand, the only interruption to the otherwise placid beach scene, a number on its front suggesting an apartment or hotel room.
Much of the basement is empty, unfurnished, with a few notable exceptions. A large, well-loved drumset stands nearer to the wall with the painted door on it. Other amps and musical equipment are kept near at hand, often wherever they were most recently used during band practice. A few folding chairs and collapsible tables are kept handy, with a black-and-gold tray table often near the drums. The white and grey vinyl tile floor has seen better days, as have the remaining white walls, both of which are haunted by the faint outlines of pictures no longer present. The black-topped bar off to one side is well-kept but small, just big enough for a couple of stools in front of it with a decent amount of cabinet and shelf space behind it. Not much liquor has been added, but there is frequently a variety of beer in the minifridge.