Either I have good timing or the whole bad weather legend is just a ploy to keep all the Texans and California folk from moving there. It seems like every time I show up the weather is darn near pleasant. Everyone spoke of horrible power outages, flooding, downed trees, blistering cold breezes and suffocating snow, with the whole, you should have seen it last week story. They spoke of the depression that usually haunts those who haven't seen the sun in weeks, when I saw it everyday I was there, despite spending most of each day inside a indoor track facility.
All of that expository information to say that I did have a great time. The city was neat and broke up the monotony of my morning run with a early visit to the Pike St. Fish Market, down by the Pier, and around the Space Needle. Driving in Seattle is another story and I could go without doing that again any time soon. Our athletes ran well which goes a long way in calling a trip a success but I also got to meet up with my Aunt Tindy, Aunt Candy, and my cousins Dillon and Kelly. They took me out on the town for a good dose of seafood prior to returning to Central (landlocked) Texas. Kelly introduced me to some folks I probably never will forget (see photo), and I got a quick lesson in fishing boat vernacular at Fishermen's Terminal (above), and saw the memorial to those lost at sea, which sadly included a cousin of my mothers who was Captain of the Amber Dawn, before it sank during a storm at sea in Alaska.
Ted has his own bar bar stool at the Highliner Pub

