Let’s all have a moment of silence for getting back into the swing of things after a whirlwind weekend. For us, that’s looking like lots of cartoons and mac n cheese. No m&c for me though, since for some stupid reason I started weight watchers a week before leaving on a trip. So dumb. In line for our flight check-in, I stared lovingly at all the foods displayed.
There was one little glob of glue next to the m&ms where I’m sure another weight watcher’s member must’ve succumbed to a candy bar. I bowed my head and gave them a moment. Later, on the plane, one snippet from the book I read had a guy getting a funnel shoved down his throat and liquor poured into his stomach, killing him. Instead of being shocked, all I could focus on was the funnel being filled with food and how glorious that sounded.
I made it through the gauntlet of stale snacks unscathed and onto the plane.
Some changes I noticed after having 3 kids:
- I’m a more patient, slow-moving, tired traveller.
- If you don’t feel like talking, I’m beyond fine with that. We can just people watch.
- I’ve become a scaredy cat and have to be reassured every few minutes that my life insurance is current.
Every little bump in the air had me gripping Ryan’s knee.
Before that though, we heard whisperings of a man sitting some seats ahead. (“He’s a big news broadcaster. He’s covering the Olympics. etc. etc.”) So we craned our necks and stared at him while he talked and laughed with the people around him. Ryan’s friend is also a reporter and because they are both from Denver, Ryan texted him about this guy and wrote that he was gonna get a pic with him.
Wait. What did I read over his shoulder? That Ryan was gonna willingly act the fool? For once it won’t be me? That about made the entire trip because…. read #1 & #2 again.
Once we landed, the hunt was on. We stalked him until it was obvious he was going the other way and Ryan made his move.
I know, no one knows who this guy is. But he was very happy to have his photo taken.
Anyway, here was the itinerary for our 3 day adventure. I’m including it because that’s stuff I like to read:
- 10am Friday – Arrive in Seattle – tool around until getting on the train.
- 4:30pm Friday – Train departs for Whitefish, MT
- 7am Saturday – Train arrives in Whitefish
- Spend day in Whitefish & Glacier National Park
- 9:30pm Saturday – Train departs back for Seattle
- 10:30am Sunday – Train arrives in Seattle.
- 6pm Sunday – Arrive home
Another change I’ve noticed was that I didn’t really have a preference of what to see or, more importantly, what I didn’t see. There were 3 things we planned and both agreed to make an effort to do, but everything else was kinda figured out last minute depending on if we felt like it.
For someone who would normally have lists of times/events/venues, this was unusual. It made the trip a lot more relaxed for both of us.
First, The Public Market.
I’d visited before with a friend, but Ryan had never been and this was a must for him. No flying fish today. However, the croony street corner music was perfect for this cloudy, spring-like day. We walked all around and up and down, then found a restaurant overlooking the sound and ate fish tacos and fish & chips.
After that, we didn’t really know what to do. We researched a few things, but Ryan remembered that his coworker told him about the Starbucks Roasterie and how you can get a flight of coffees to sample. Next to a fire and big windows where we could people watch, this was just what these tired parents needed. (see #1 & 2).
Afterwards, along the way to a destination that got nixed mid-walk, we saw this building and I flat-out refused it’s existance. If I were offered a job there, I’d decline.
All I’d be able to think about during my 9-5 is how small of a foundation we were sitting on. (Read #3)
That was seriously the extent to Seattle, besides more food and coffee and people watching. I’d mentioned in the previous post that this was one of our best trips, and it was. But we really didn’t do much. We didn’t climb the space needle, or go to any museums. We didn’t put gum on the famous wall or drive to the sound. And we were perfectly content with that. Between the plane and train and only a few activities, it really was a refueling of sorts – no massages needed.
Up next the train! My favorite.