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.
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.
I take a local bus from my house, and then, I switch to an express. When I change buses, there’s a wide faced woman with Chinese eyes, maybe she’s a Native American, maybe Alaskan, maybe one of those mixed up types we have here, a little Chinese, some Pacific Islander… it’s not that important, but she’s wide and brown, about my height, and she’s right there as I step off the bus. She reaches up and grabs my shoulders like an old friend and looks me right in the eye; we are face to face.… continued…
