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Seattle, you've got to love the rain...

Have you ever had a getaway that, the more you looked back on it, the better it became? The ones that fall into that category are rare and precious and buoy the spirit for years to come, I've found.

Our big birthday trip to Seattle falls into that category.

Every time I share memories with someone, I realize just how amazing it all was. It felt..fast, but we relaxed. It felt comprehensive in many ways, but we took our time. It felt langorous, yet we did and saw a lot.

Magic, yes?

I think so.

Mostly I think these magical moments are about the people involved, and how they flow together and enjoy time and generally just relax into each others' company and simply enjoy whatever happens. In this case, JL knew when we wanted to head out and explore, and when relaxing and just 'being' were the ticket. And as a tour guide, well...she cares about and sees life very similarly to us, so naturally the stuff she showed us, we totally enjoyed. Apparently we all roll the same way, which is really fun to discover.

We ate fun and delicious food.

We drank Proseco and martinis and lovely wines and good coffee. And, thanks to JL's tutelage, I became a lover of the Bloody Mary, a staple beverage which no longer resembles its boring self of yesteryear. The modern Mary is spicy and interesting and a little exotic, and de.licious!

We visited Pike's Place Market, downtown, city center, Queen Anne, and walked and walked and walked..often in a soft drizzle, sometimes under just a cloudy sky, and, at the very last, under clear blue skies that revealed the glory of the Cascades and Mt. Ranier all within a few minutes of one another. We saw the outside of 'Seattle Grace.' We shopped for dinner, and found fresh bread, fresh cheeses, beautiful flowers, fresh kale, and fresh fish to season and plank. THAT was a meal to remember! Preparing it, sharing tasks, coordinating the prep and serving, then enjoying immensely the fruits of our labor...mmmm...awe.some evening!

Oh yes..I forgot fresh apple pie w/ Molly Moo's ice cream on top! That..was sublime. OMG.

And then there was the mountain...

GG (hubby) is a hiker. And a backpacker. And most Saturdays he is out on trails around our state, often those criscrossing the giant mountain that sits next to our city.

So, when Ranier revealed its absolutely magnificent self after days of being shrouded in clouds, and GG got a gander at it? He fell immediately and irrevocably into lust with it. I kid you not, he's becoming more and more interested in taking it on, as in climbing it. Turns out one of his hiker buddies has been there and done that, and highly recommends it!

The only down side to the Ranier hike, is it's not an up and back in one day effort, it's an overnight jaunt. Which means that JL and I would have to find ways to amuse ourselves while GG and whoever else ends up on the hiking team makes the ascent/descent.

Bummer, right? Whatever will we do to fill the time?

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