July 2nd & 3rd
Why should the fourth receive all the attention? I left the Medrona neighborhood of Seattle midday on the second and rolled home just before dark on the third. It is a wee bid surreal that a trip across the continent that once took pioneers, at least the ones that made it, the better part of a year can now be a four hour flight. I, of course, managed to cover the drastically shorter distances on either side of that in seven times the time. It was more interesting! I even opted for a car ride! Sis and her brand new husband were headed to the store, so by joining part way, I cut two miles off my walk to the airport. Yes, where I parted company with them was next to the light rail that could take me directly there, but I had nine hours before check in and a desire to truly experience the twelve miles along that route, so I walked. To credit my judgement a little, for more than half that distance I walked parallel to the tracks, so a bailout wasn't far away. Until it wasn't. I can...




