Winthrop, WA — looking back.
Saturday in Seattle: did the major tourist attractions. The underground tour which was good history but a little moldy to have to breathe; the waterfront for some clam chowder; Pike’s Place market (didn’t actually see them throwing any fish but the performance was still impressive); walked around in the rain because the monorail is out of service; and rode up the Space Needle. Chilled ourselves fairly effectively so we enjoyed the fire Chris had set up at home (apparently it’s now the end of summer).
Went to brunch at the Broadway Grill in Capitol Hill the next day.
On Friday, hung out with my friend Chris and his little girl, 13-month-old Beatrix. Beatrix gets two naps a day, morning and evening; their dog Roscoe gets three walks a day. Chris made fantastic salmon with a soy sauce, butter, catsup and garlic glaze that I need to remember to ask for the recipe.
After dropping Becke at the airport, went to dinner with Karen’s sister’s family, who live in a gorgeous house in the Queen Anne neighborhood and have two cute though high-energy little girls. Lamb and port, and I slept well that night.
I haven’t watched much of the Olympics; they’re on now and I can’t seem to be all that interested; I tend to prefer the winter Olympics anyway, more sports I’d like to be doing. Speed skating, for example — not to mention the Modern Biathlon: snowboarding and air guitar, and of course the mixed doubles nude luge.