Seattle

So let's talk about the trip I mentioned yesterday. Took off on friday, slept in a tent in Yakima, arrived inbetween Tacoma and Seattle on Saturday. First stop was downtown Seattle to see the homeless people and the market stuffed with people selling me things I didn't realize I needed. It was very... well, it was a lot take in when you're from a place like Boise. I've been to places like San Francisco and San Diego, even been on Fisherman's Warf and in the thick of D.C. But that was all before I realized how much I actually enjoy seeing dirt underneath my feet and mountains/foothills backdropping short buildings. It reminds me that there is actually life other than humans, pigeons, and concrete out there.

Took a short tour of the outter cities after the trek downtown. That was a lot nicer for me since things seem to move a bit slower outside of the towers. Had some dinner at a Denny's where the fellow taking our order was on his second day. All I wanted was my damn milkshake...

The second day was more interesting to me (my travel-mate was there to see the buildings, so for her I'm thinking the first day of taking pictures of buildings and walking all to hell and back was the fun part). We went to the Boeing air museum and got to see up close a Blackbird (cruise speed of mach3), a P-51, and a whole mess of other really badass aircraft that us civilian folk don't get to see much of. Though I actually lived in a place where right before school would start, a P-51 and a bomber would fly over our house a couple times a day. Very loud planes they are.

The last day of traveling home was rough. Some not-so-good things went down and it's left me feeling a bit uneasy. It got some resolution at the end and maybe can be mended back up. Some stitches are in place and a good couple of tugs should seal it up.

Funny story before I get back to work. I said on the way up and on the way back, "better slow down, cops don't like 90 in a 75". I got called a wuss over the text messages. I said, "gonna get pulled over, hope you can afford it". Low and behold, on the way back, we're pulled over in Oregon. That woulda been a $240 ticket if not for the cop being generous on the holliday. Good times my friend, good times.