On a whim I bought a ticket to Seattle. I have a few friends who have been calling me home and there were still many stones to be overturned up in the great Pacific Northwest; so I went.I stayed with Ethan, a very dear friend from my Bothell, Washington days; though I am glad our story has continued from that town and onto better things. He took me in and with the company of Marina, a very best friend from junior high, I was right at home. The city is bigger than I remember it. Mount Rainier is closer than I remember it. We walked Magnuson Park in the evening with popsicles because it’s the little things first.
Then when Ethan and Marina went on to work and school respectively, I went to play. I rode Ethan’s bike many mountainous miles to Green Lake, made the loop, laid in the sunshine, got sunburned (because who would bring sunscreen from Texas to Seattle?) ate clam chowder at Duke’s Chowderhouse and reluctantly rode back. From there it was Matthew’s Beach, Volunteer Park and finally sunset at Discovery Park because four parks before sundown is absolutely necessary.
We ate pasta, smelled dahlias, picked blackberries and mumbled as Ethan, master trail finder, took us on some not-so-scenic dead end trails. But who can really complain when the sky looked the way it did and when you’re in the company you happen to be in? Ethan and I went out for drinks with friends which was really kind of sweet. I ate Dick’s Hamburgers in the end because that’s what a belly of beer insists at that hour. Not the wisest, but the most satisfying.
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