We had low expectations. We would meet some friends, we would look at some art. There would be a highway drive with the radio on, sunshine, scenery. We would get out of town for the day. So that is what we did. We got in the car and drove East, over Snoqualamie Pass. The roads were open, the sky was open too. We made our first stop in downtown Yakima in hopes of finding a decent bakery for snacks and coffee, but instead, we found the main street shut down for a three on three basketball tournament.… continued…
In salmon run season, the beach near my house is lined with fisherman plucking dinner from Puget Sound.
I really hate the body scanner machines at the airport. My introduction to them this year was extremely uncomfortable — a large male officer used a rather sharp tone with me and instructed me, repeatedly, not to look at him. “Why not?” I wondered. “Why does it matter where my eyes are when the machine can look right through me?”
It’s patchy, the use of scanners is; my first time through the body scanner was also my last.… continued…
World Hum, my favorite travel publication on the web, has published a piece of mine about the Olympic Peninsula. The Peninsula is perhaps my favorite place on the planet. Go have a read and if you like it, kindly leave a comment. Or if you don’t, I guess you could tell me that, too.
