Sept. 17, 2010

Sept. 17th was a rest day of sorts.  Meredith and I were in Seattle at her friends'.  We got up late and enjoyed coffee and the view from their lovely home overlooking Lake Washington.  What a view they have; even the fog and clouds didn't spoil it; it just allowed the scenery to change by the minute.  So we puttered around with our computers, but didn't work on blogs, only on pictures.

At 11:00 we left for downtown Seattle.  We parked near Pike's Market and walked toward the Seattle Sculpture Garden, which has some very whimsical pieces.  Check out the following pictures:

D.C. residents will recognize this from our own sculpture garden

No, they are not real ... the washer, drier, and TV console are wood.

A. Calder -- don't know the name.

From the above sites we trekked up one of the hefty hills of Seattle (reminiscent of San Francisco) to the cultural center of the city, where, if I have this right, most of the theaters, concert halls, sports arenas (hockey, basketball ... maybe even football and baseball), museums (science, children's, music), and park areas are located.  One exceptional attraction is a huge fountain programmed to music.  I have a picture of a little boy with his dad (my assumption), enjoying the fountain.

Off to Pike's Market for a peek at the wonders of the place and a lunch of piroshskies.  The market was extremely crowded because University of Nebraska fans were in town for the Saturday football game.  It was hard to walk through even one floor (there are 3), and getting lunch was almost impossible since every restaurant was filled with fans.  SO, we went to a piroshskie shop, got salmon, cheese, spinach and other delicacies, went to a park close by and had our lunch.  Yum!

Very large shrimp

Piroshskies

Later, after dinner, I drove to the airport where I met up with my new travel partner, hubby Jim.  John Colter left the Corps of Discovery party on their way home, and Meredith's departure to travel with her husband, Doug, and Susan and Lee is somewhat similar.  Jim's arrival has parallels, too, I guess; Lewis and Clark picked up interpreters along the way.  They picked good talent for their trip; I have too!