Back from vacation for a week now and I’m still trying to get into the groove. It’s a slow go. I’m plowing through pictures I took in that most beautiful National Park and enjoying them too but honestly, what shall I do with all of them? Yes, a scrapbook, thank you. That I will. But how many more posts of the place? I don’t know – that will sort itself out soon enough. In the meantime, I thought I’d take a break from Yellowstone, and share with you some things closer to home.
Fall rolled in full of fury and it was cold and rainy for a few days. Benji had the right idea and we all likewise hunkered down and rested up.
Then today came along and was everything you want a Fall day to be – all sunny and glorious. The timing was right too as I’d planned to meet an old friend for lunch in downtown Seattle. I purposely arrived early enough to accrue lots of steps on my fitbit and visit some of my favorite places at the same time. My first destination was the Pike Place Market, which is to me, the soul of Seattle. My great-grandfather O.T. Frasch might have thought so too when he took this picture in 1909.
Here are my pictures 109 years later and near the same spot I think, less crowded and in color.
The Pike Place Market consists of a few sprawling blocks of old buildings, fresh produce and flying fish. All the tourists love it. So do I.
From the Market you can see the Waterfront and that’s where I headed next.
I love the Waterfront – it’s always fresh and invigorating –
though somewhat marred by the crumbling Alaskan Way Viaduct, the elevated highway that runs in front.
But not for long. The eyesore will soon be demolished, replaced with an underground tunnel, and waterfront park. I can’t wait for that.
P.S. Lunch was great too.