Meg raced in Seattle this weekend. Austin and I flew out Friday morning and home again Saturday night. Our flash weekend in his city was just unsurpassed.
We arrived to a rainy day -- he always explains that Seattle mists, not rains.
There's the Puget Sound.
The letters "Seattle" are in that building.
We used the valet service to park our car at our hotel, and walked all over Pike and and wharf.
There's that pig!
The gum wall. Gross.
The beautiful farmer's market.
The fish.
Austin bought us some victuals.
SOOOO good.
Here is a link to our oyster eating.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/3XsKKRA471SD68Ug7
The sound.
We walked back to the market.
We rode the ferry to Bainbridge Island and back again.
The ride home was wet, really wet, but we wanted these pictures, so we braved the stormy deck.
Worth it.
Then we headed to dinner. That's a huge pile of fish.
This is all that's left. We ate, and ate, and ate, and ate. The fresh fish was truly the fruit of the sea.
We used this bowl to put the shells in.
We then walked a few blocks to watch the production, "The Choir of Man." Probably the best live music show/review that I have ever seen. We knew all the music, the men were masculine, and I bought the CD.
On our walk back to the hotel, I suggested that we ride the ferris wheel. We did.
The cabins were dry, even though the outside world was wet.
Here we are finally making our way into our hotel. We we slept soundly for nine hours.
Saturday morning we exercised (they had a yoga mat in the closet, so I used it, naturally) hotel, and drove to Meg's meet at the University of Washington. (Austin went to a year of school here before his mission.)
Years ago we walked through the Arboretum. I was expecting the flora and fauna of Butchart Gardens in Victoria, but this one had a tons of evergreens.
I did have an Athleta exchange, and look at this window box outside the store!
Finally, we found our girl!
She warmed up.
She raced so well.
Her coach loved seeing her compete.
I just loved seeing her. Every time she gets up to the line, she braver than I've ever been. I don't care about her results. I care that she's loving living her dream.
We took her to the "best" burger joint, ever.
Shockingly, it was wet outside, so we ate in.
Of course we visited the troll under the bridge.
And we had to stop along the Burke-Gilman trial,
and we stopped at Gas Works park.
Seattle skyline by day.
Huskies stadium is where we said bye to Meg. She is doing so well, because she puts God first, and then works her tail off in class and on the track.
Austin pointed out the sun poking through on our way to the airport.
He started his fast with a salad. Me? I drank 20 oz. of water and ate one cake doughnut.
The best thing about Seattle with Austin is that he needs no map. We walk and drive and explore and he is always so proud of his city -- even though his politics do not match those of the liberal Seattle-ites -- as is evident by his BYU blue. Only good memories coming away from this trip. (And then there was the ride home. But this is a story for another day.)
