existential fashion disaster

I helped Doug pick up a new van, yesterday. It was a lot of work, since it had a wheelchair lift in it, that we didn’t need and therefore, had to remove. I haven’t driven it yet, but I’m sure it’ll make the memories come flooding back. The most recent van memories are of the big passenger vans that I drove for the Y. Some of them were just big 15 passenger vans with a school bus sign slapped on top, and others were a little more bus-like, with rubber floors and an aisle. Whether it was bring kids to after-school day care from school or to a field trip for camp, they were always fun to drive.

My fondest van memories are attached to the van that I owned: the big red van that we moved The Overtones around in. I paid the same price for that van that Doug paid for his, yesterday: $2,000. It had a huge rack welded to the top of it; the owner swore that it would hold anything I could get up there. On the back of the rack, there were some super bright flood-lights that were fun for freaking out tailgaters. It was the perfect size for the band. There were two big bench seats in the back and room for a third, but no hook-ups… this translated into plenty of room for amps, guitars and drums. We usually took one seat out, so we wouldn’t have to stack the equipment too high.

I kept on driving it after that band fizzled. I remember loaning out my services as van and driver to a friends band a couple times. The craziest van memories include the time I was carpooling home from the tech job in Marlborough, when a crazed cop pulled us over and decided to search the entire van for drugs. I think he found some rolling papers in Sands’ bag. We just hung out by the police cruiser with the other officer, whom we lovingly referred to as “back-up,” and stared in wonder as he tore through every inch of the beast. I think he broke the handle on my sliding door, too. A few months after I downgraded to a station wagon, I borrowed the van from my Dad, to help move my friend Becky back to Charlton, from NYC. I knew Dad was a little hard on vehicles, but the van had stayed pretty strong when I owned it, so I trusted it to handle this move. We made it all the way down to the city, got it loaded and then got all the way back up to Massachusetts, off the highway, to within 5 miles of Becky’s house, and the right front universal joint let go. The wheel slammed into the back of the wheel well and we stopped dead. It happened while taking a corner at 4 or 5 miles per hour or less… had it happened on the 150 miles of highway between NYC and Charlton, we’d have likely flipped and/or rolled and died. We had several hours to contemplate our luck as we sat around and watched tow truck drivers scratch their heads. The first tow truck driver showed up with a regular truck, took one look at the situation and realized that it wasn’t going to be simple at all. The next guy showed up with a flatbed, and we still had to use a couple hydraulic jacks in place of the useless wheel. I think we moved all of Becky’s stuff to a couple other vehicles, in between tow truck drivers.

Dad had taught me how to listen and feel for unusual noises and vibrations that might be signs of trouble… and yet, in the few months that he had driven the van around, since inheriting it from me, he had managed to ingore any signs that there was trouble. And he had plenty of experience with vans… we owned no less than 4 or 5 while he was operating his Pressed4Time franchise (corporate dry cleaning pickup and delivery service). I don’t remember getting the first van, but when he grew his route too large to handle himself, he hired a couple of guys and we went van shopping. I remember buying this enormous conversion van. It had a wooden bench in the back with the kind of cushion you’d find on patio furniture and some sort of bed-contraption in the middle, I think. I thought it was so cool. I was fairly sad when it got the standard white paint job and the clothes racks and support beams were installed in place of the bed-thing. If I had a day off (or faked sick to take a day off), I’d ride around in the back of one of the vans, rolling around with the clothes, all day, popping into some of the offices with Dad and helping carry clean clothes in and bags of dirty clothes out. I definitely preferred hanging out in the back of the vans than going into the super-hot dry cleaners at the end of the run.

Yesterday was a long day, but so much of it stirred up fond memories. I guess it’s the nature of vans, being so versatile, that you always have some custom attachments that you may or may not need… and you do a bit of converting and customizing, yourself.

It started at the beginning of the month, when I parked my car in a way that was eerily familiar. Then a couple weeks later, the christmas trees arrived, and another familiar scene unfolded. I got my phone out again and tried to snap a similar picture. Then a scene/memory [/event?] from Thanksgiving of 2005 reappeared. That may have been the last time I saw gas below $2. I’m kind of amazed that it’s down below $2 again. I was tempted to find a similar sign and try to recapture that picture on my phone… but the tree one wasn’t as good as last year’s tree pics, so I decided against it. I think I just need to have my camera with me all the time, in November. Now I know, for next year. Unless, of course, whatever phone I replace mine with has a really good camera… doesn’t seem likely.

I think this would be a good time to mention that I’ll be at Mom’s house the weekend after Christmas. Sarah and I will only there for a few days, but we might have a little bit of free time if anybody wants to get together.

I found a plugin that’s supposed to crosspost from my wordpress blog to myspace. That would cut down on a lot of copying and pasting for each blog entry. There may be formatting issues. We shall see. This entry is mostly a test to see how well it works.
[Update: didn't work at all]

First, I should mention that I entered this shot of Penny into a photo contest with the extremely vague theme of “Black & White.” Sarah found the contest, she entered too - You should vote for us.

Sarah is working today. She went from no jobs to one retail job at Jo-Ann fabrics, one photojournalism gig at a local paper and one Promotions gig (web design, print newsletter design, photo slideshows, etc.) for a non-profit in Florida. It’s weird to be home while she’s not; that hasn’t happened in a while.

While she was in Florida, gathering photos for this job and meeting the people she’d be working for, I replaced the G4 with a G5. I grabbed a last-generation G5 (just before the intel switch) on eBay. It’s crazy fast, compared to the G4, and stable, so far. I got everyone’s accounts migrated onto it without too much trouble. The handles got a little bent in shipping, but that’s ok. The G4 has been a trusty computer for many years now, mostly as a backup, occasionally as Mark or Drew & Candace’s main machine in Woonsocket, but I think my constant hardware tweaking was finally too much for it. It was crashing at random. I mostly suspected the not-really-for-a-mac video card, but I didn’t want to go back to the one that was slowing the whole machine down. It’s downstairs and hooked up to that behemoth of a CRT monitor that Zombie is hooked up to. When I have time, I’ll mess with it and see if I can make it stable. Unfortunately, it never crashed on my watch, so I don’t know if I can duplicate the problem.

I’d like to be downstairs, now, playing with the other computers and catching up on my TV shows, but Frank’s friend Karol is sleeping on the couch down there. I’m trying to think of a way to make noise and wake him up but not give away the fact that I’m doing it just to wake him up.

I really meant to blog more from back east. I’ve had a draft sitting here since before Sarah and her mom joined me out there, but I don’t think I logged back in after they got there, and we came back right before I started work, so things have been fairly busy. Today is a real day off, though. There’s some sort of testing this week that throws off all the school schedules, so here I am, with some free time. Yesterday was a day off, too, but most of the day was occupied by the Mazda dealership and the crazy extended warranty people. I just finished preparing some pork for tomorrow’s dinner. It’s marinating, now… while I was cutting the meat, Sarah noticed that the marinade had separated. It reminds me of Jell-O 1-2-3. They don’t make that anymore, which is too bad. I remember liking it. Enjoy the picture. I’ve posted a few other pictures from the trip at Flickr in a set called Back East 2008.  I think we need to come up with more creative names for these trips. It was a good trip though, action-packed and fun-filled. Without further ado, here are some of my thoughts and reactions and recaps of it:

I did a lot of wandering around in between my grandfather’s funeral and the day Sarah and her Mom arrived. I didn’t make a checklist this time, I sort of winged it. I missed Putnam and Providence and Western Mass, as well as Sara and Drew, but I’ll try and make it up to them over the holidays or something. The most impressive changes were in Woonsocket. I drove around most of town on one of my first free days, while doing some errands.

Improvements since I lived in Woonsocket:

Starbucks: closed
Tim Hortons: opened a second location, with a drive-thru
Main St: more than half of the storefronts were occupied and open

Also, the Game Stop had a Wii Fit in stock.

I caught up with some people and did a little sightseeing around Worcester & Millbury and Webster & Dudley. I ate at Jimmy’s pizza, played Werewolves of London on the jukebox. I did some shopping for New England treats at a Market Basket (where I found the Coffee Milk on the same shelf as all the other milks). I helped Mom start to remake her living room and move beds around.

The girls arrived on Saturday night, right in the middle of what was left of the storm Hanna. They survived their long drive, though, and I was very proud of them. Sarah’s posted a pretty good recap of the first couple days at her livejournal. We saw some family, toured through Plymouth, hit King Richard’s Faire and then went to NYC and played tourist some more; visited the Statue of Liberty and ground zero and a good deli.

Tuesday, we had a little more rain, so we kept it local and did some indoor-type activities. We started with breakfast at Carl’s Diner in Oxford. The serving size has not gone down. We sat at the counter, for the maximum effect. I don’t believe we ate another real meal for the whole day. We did hit Friendly’s for some ice cream, that evening. I believe that was also the day we took in some Candlepin bowling at Mohegan in Webster. It’s still kind of a dive, but its charm is intact.

Wednesday, we met Mom in Worcester, after dropping my car off at the Mazda dealership for an oil change (and to look into the weirdness it went through on the drive out there). We headed to Lexington to visit the historic Battle Green, visited the cemetery where my Dad and my Grandfather are and then met up with Mom’s friend Joyce at Bruegger’s Bagels for lunch. I hadn’t had a Herbie Turkey in a long time, and it was very tasty. Then we drove downtown and walked around Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall, had some cream puffs and then went to my cousin Mark’s place, in Braintree, for dinner. Mark made us pick records to play, and then made us play his XBox 360 and his Playstation 3. He cooked his awesome mac & cheese and some amazing burgers for us.

Thursday, we took in Purgatory Chasm. We walked down the chasm and back up on the East side of it. It was very nice, good weather for it. We also went up to Dresser Hill and got some food and shakes. I don’t think the Dairy stuff is as good as it once was, but it’s still the only place I eat fried clams. That night, we went to the outskirts of Worcester and saw Mark’s group, The Accident that Led Me to the World, play in a barn attached to a huge farmhouse that about 20 people lived in. They call it a Collective (read: commune) and the show was a potluck. Lots of friendly modern hippie-types, nice big wood-burning stove in the kitchen, bunch of pretty good music. It was something I’d never expect from Worcester.

Friday, we decided to hit the Big E on opening day, as a stopping point on our way back home. It was fun to go down the avenue of states and expose Patti to all the local culture and flavors. We wandered through some of the vendors and a good chunk of the crafting section. We ate a little and walked a lot. Looking back, it wasn’t a good choice for a stop on the morning of a big drive. We were still pretty exhausted for the first few hours of the trip home, and we ran into torrential downpours and Tornado warnings, but we survived. I think I slept through most of Saturday.

I think this is the only picture I ever took of my grandfather. I didn’t really know him as well as I could have, I suppose; I don’t have a lot of vivid memories of him. I remember that he played Santa for me and all my cousins when we went to his house for Christmas Eve. I remember that he was usually pretty happy and could be a funny guy. I remember that he really liked our dog, Penuche, and his cat, Tiger. In my mind, he was a little more somber after my grandmother’s diabetes got serious. I remember him asking when I was going to finally cut my hair, at one holiday gathering or another. Lots of stories were told and retold these past couple days. I’d heard some of them before, others were new to me. The priest even had a story or two. Mom and I were both emotionally prepared for this, I like to think that our strength helped some of the others get through it. I’m pretty sure everyone felt a sense of closure by the time the day was done.

Now that all of that is behind me, it’s time for you all to come out of the woodwork so we can hang out. Call me or something. Pretty soon, next week will be all filled up with NYC, Boston, Plymouth and other adventures and I won’t have any time left.

Last weekend, we went to Wisconsin, partly to fulfill our yearly tradition of seeing a play an American Players Theater and partly as a weekend getaway in honor of Sarah’s birthday. We spent the whole weekend in the Mt Horeb and Spring Green area. On Friday, we stopped in at our favorite little chocolate shop and then got dinner at the adorable Italian place we ate at last year, before heading up to the theater to catch Widower’s Houses.

Saturday, we spent the whole day in Mt Horeb, starting with breakfast at a great little place called Schubert’s. Then we took in the activities and sights of National Mustard Day. We didn’t actually participate in the activities or eat any mustard or mustard-themed food (Culver’s Mustard Custard?). But we did wander and take pictures and shop all the cute stores, including the gift-shop half of the Mustard Museum. Then we popped back into Schubert’s for milkshakes and rosettes. We also did some quick visits to the gift-shops of Little Norway and Cave of the Mounds. We bought some geodes. I’m not sure if we cracked them open yet. Then, after a little chillin’ at the motel, we got some yummy dinner at a place with a HUGE menu.

Sunday, we used the third part of our tickets to the House on the Rock tour. We did the other two parts last year. This was definitely the darkest part of the tour, but it was very cool… it started at the huge carousel and included the doll carousels, lots and lots of dollhouses and the amazing organ room. On the way home, we picked up some cheese and meat and ate at a Panera Bread rip-off called Atlanta Bread.

Pictures Here

It was nice to do a little road trip. I’ve been doing public transportation to work most of the summer and I’ve missed driving. I had kind of forgotten about the phenomenon that, back in high school, in the music groups that went on many trips, we called “bus head.” The theory was that sometime after two hours being enclosed in the same vehicle, something in your brain shut off. We found that it didn’t matter if it was a school bus or a nice comfy chartered bus or a van or even a car. Once you hit that point, you had “bus head.” We discussed it with our band director; It takes a long time to recover from “bus head.” We didn’t want to plan any trips with long rides and immediate performing, even if it meant leaving in the early morning. We needed at least two hours. We could unload equipment during those two hours, but we definitely couldn’t do any rehearsing or make any decisions or be expected to engage in any activities that involved a lot of thought.

Luckily, my drive to work usually stays just short of “bus head” inducing length, and the public transportation route involves changing from train to bus or “El” about halfway through. I actually drove a couple times this week. Wednesday, I got together with a couple guys, after camp, and played some music. I think it went pretty well, if it turns into something I will definitely let you all know. Thursday, we had our family night (that 60 inch TV was what my camp photos slideshow was being displayed on) and then some of the staff went to Whirlyball. I had no idea what Whirlyball was until I saw it. It’s kind of like like Jai Alai or Lacrosse, in bumper cars. It was fun.

One more week of camp left. This week includes a sleepover, possibly another trip to Eli’s cheesecake world, a visit to Independence grove and another cookout… so lots of excitement.

My iPod is getting old. It’s kind of sad. I guess it has outlasted any other portable audio device I’ve ever owned. I’ll always have fond memories of my Fisher portable CD player, with the 40 seconds of memory, so that I could take a CD out, if I was in the last 40 seconds of the track, and put the new CD in, with no gap in the music. And I’ll never forget my cute Philips portable MP3 mini CD player. It looked just like a miniature discman. Those 80mm discs were a little hard to find, and the name and size caused a lot of confusion with minidiscs, but it got me through many bus trips. I definitely had a few other trashy portable CD players and portable CD players that could read MP3s, but those two were my favorites. Had I known how much effort (making MP3 CDs) and time and money (buying CDs) I could have saved myself, I probably would’ve gotten the iPod a lot sooner. But it was two and a half years ago, and now it’s throwing up this weird “connect to your computer. use itunes to restore” error message every now and then. Resetting/restarting it seems to make it go away, I don’t actually have to connect it to a computer or restore it, that would be annoying. It might mean that the hard drive is dying. I dunno, maybe I should try a restore one of these days. It’s an essential part of my life, now that I’m on the trains and buses every day.

It got me thinking about my phone situation, again. It’s also not performing at it’s best, and occasionally turning off or restarting itself, randomly, and my contract is up sometime in the next six months. I still think switching from Verizon to AT&T, for the iPhone, is a big hassle… and I don’t know if the iPhone would fill my expectations as either a GPS device or as an iPod replacement. Sure, the idea of having all of those gadgets in one is appealing, but I really like the click-wheel, I think I’d miss it. I really like my phone’s real QWERTY keyboard, with real keys. And I even like my big honkin’ laptop GPS system, though, that is the system that most needs replacing with something smaller and easier to use. Still no word on carriers for the Nuvifone. I doubt that it’ll be the right replacement for the iPod, though, so unless it’s available on Verizon, it’s not gonna happen for me. The only way the switch to AT&T is going to happen is if the iPhone proves itself to be the all-encompassing device that I need it to be.

Sarah’s mom reminded us that we passed the two year anniversary of our first date. She then started to ask me whether this was my longest relationship and I had to think about it. It turns out that it definitely is. The longest possible definition for my last long relationship was from November 1992 to September 1994… and it was a long distance relationship, only seeing each other on weekends and school breaks, and, for at least one year, it wasn’t an exclusive relationship… and it was in high school… so really, does it count at all? While I was sitting here, bored at work, I figured out that Sarah might also be a record holder for the longest “friendship that turned into a serious relationship,” since we started talking back in 2003, on photoSIG… as long as I don’t count the weird girls who I had relationships with in high school, lost touch with, off and on, for 5-10 years and then had another relationship with. All those years of non-contact don’t count, right? I dunno the rules for these kind of things. I wouldn’t say that two years flew by, but it doesn’t feel like it’s been two years. I know time flies when you’re having fun… but what do you call it when you’re happy and in love and two years doesn’t feel like two years? I guess it’s the same thing, fun just seems like too general a word to sum up the last two years. It’s been wonderful.

In other news, my phone started doing weird things and “rebooting” itself, so I brought it to a Verizon store and got its software/firmware updated. It seemed to help. Apparently, I’m eligible for $100 towards a new phone at the end of August. I looked at what’s available, now and wasn’t overly excited by anything. And I’m certainly not going to double my bill [to get unlimited calling to anyone on any service] just so I’m eligible for the new iPhone rip-off. I may not do anything in the phone department until I find out what carriers the Nuviphone will be on. That would satisfy my new GPS urges and hopefully quash any iPhone urges. I don’t really want to rearrange the family phone plan, though, so if it can’t work with Verizon, it probably won’t happen. What’s nice is that my current phone has been pretty good to me for almost two years. My current little laptop with GPS has been adequate, for a little over two years, but it’s not nearly as convenient or nice as those little portable units. It’d be cool to do some one-stop shopping, but I have to be patient and let the cool new devices hit the marketplace.

Now, I’ve just gotta survive through the rest of the boring front desk gig at the Y… not that I’m complaining - boring work on the weekends is fine with me, but relaxing at home is nicer.

Spent most of the day going through pictures from the trip. I picked out about 150 of them and put them up on flickr. My flickr “uploadr” sucks pretty bad… I had to retry the upload on some of these sets two or three times. Sometimes it gives up and keeps track of what didn’t get uploaded. Sometimes it’ll try to finish it’s upload, sometimes it won’t. Sometimes it’ll fail to upload at all and not even tell me. Sometimes it’ll get glitchy and upload the ones it missed twice. It’s pretty buggy. You can see all the picturesfrom the newest sets in my Vacations collection or by searching the tag “Knopf Northwest Vacation”

In other news, someone drove into my car in the YMCA parking lot on Saturday. It apparently happened just before I was going to leave. I didn’t notice, since all the damage was around the front passenger-side wheel. I was in my car, and had turned it on and was ready to drive off… when a kid came running up with a note in his hand and apologized for scratching my car. I got out and looked at it, and it seemed to look like a bunch of scratches, so I was hoping we could take care of it without going through insurance companies. I got his contact info. But then I put the car in drive and it would not go. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the wheel was not going straight, like the driver-side. So, I found the kid, in the Y, and we exchanged insurance info and called the police and I called my insurance company and set up all the towing, repairs and rental car stuff. It was supposed to be towed on Monday, so I went back to the Y on Sunday afternoon, after picking up the rental car, to take some pictures, and it was already gone. My rental is a Dodge Magnum, which is really fun to drive and very comfortable.

I really enjoyed our trip to Seattle, Vancouver, Victoria, the Olympic Peninsula and Mt Rainier. While we didn’t hit any of my yelp food finds, except for the Georgetown Truck Stop, we did eat well, and kept ourselves very entertained. All the pictures are on the Mac right now, I’m nowhere near ready to sort them and get them online. Maybe this afternoon or sometime this weekend. I’ve also got a lot of yelping to do. For now, I’ll attempt a quick blow-by-blow… and it will turn out to be a long-winded, rambling mess:

Our airport taxi wasn’t at the house on time, so we called them, and got upgraded to a stretch limo. We were late, but so was our plane. Frank, Sarah and I played Mario DS at the gate, and a random stranger joined in with us. Gotta love wi-fi video games. We ate Cinnabons at the airport, but after the delay and the long flight with minimal snacks and the extra long time it always seems to take United to get your luggage to the claim centers, we were starving. We said as much to the guy who drove our shuttle to the rental car place, and he suggested a couple very close food options. We picked up our super-duper 08 Dodge Grand Caravan SXT (later dubbed megatron, by Frank) it had power sliders and liftgate and a camera for backing up and a touchscreen stereo with Sirius built-in. It was pretty sweet. We immediately drove it around the block, to the closest food place that the shuttle guy recommended, Dave’s Diner. We got soups and sandwiches and desserts and it was all pretty yum. It was certainly, exactly what we needed. Then we found our way to our hotel (with the help of the GPS unit, that we added to the rental) and checked in. We decided to go check out what we could of the city, at that point, and ended up mostly driving through various neighborhoods as they closed up shop. We noted that Elliott Bay Book Company was still open, so we found some parking, shopped a bit, walked up and down a couple of streets and then got some pretty good Italian stuff at a place called Mitchelli’s. We headed back to the hotel, by way of a Walgreens, for some in-room snack foods.

The next day, we had our first sampling of the (decent) hotel breakfast, then headed directly for Pike Place Market. I think we got the full market experience in… saw the first Starbucks, experienced flying fish, had some mini-donuts, ate some crumpets. We debated buying some fish, but decided to put the decision off until it would keep for the trip home. We then headed back to the Pioneer Square area, to try and catch some of the shops that were closed when we walked around the night before. We really only went to one, Magic Mouse Toys, but it was worth it, big toy stores are awesome. Next we went around Elliott Bay to the viewpoint at Alki Beach. It was a great place to take in the whole Seattle skyline (pictures later, I promise). When we were done there, we decided to try to find Archie McPhee, which was fun… and we were about to get in the car and drive away when we saw More Archie McPhee across the parking lot. We started heading back to the hotel and then plugged “game stop” into our GPS, as an intermediate destination (Super Dodgeball Brawlers for the DS came out the day before we left, but we couldn’t find it anywhere). It brought us to a dead end street around the corner from Redmond High School. After a quick stop at a Target, where we saw a woman bring her dog shopping by letting him ride in the big part of the cart, we realized our error and searched for “gamestop” (without the space) and got our game. By this time, we were hungry, and entered Redmond Town Center, a giant outdoor mall, drove around it a couple times and then parked and walked over to Pizza Schmiza… which was delicious and well decorated. And then we went back to the hotel and to bed.

We attempted to get up early the next morning and drive directly to Canada. We didn’t get up as early as planned, but we got past the pushy, intimidating border guy and all the way to the Capilano Suspension Bridge in fairly good time. We walked around the grounds at the bridge for a while and took lots of fun pictures from up in the trees and stuff. We went to a very expensive Canadian Burger King on the way out and, since Sarah started running out of polaroid film, we plugged “camera” into the GPS. It led us to an amazing Asian mall called Aberdeen Centre. No film for us, but a crazy experience, none-the-less. We continued to make our way through the Vancouver traffic congestion to the ferries. When we finally got to there, we were a little early, so we headed into the Tsawwassen Quay Market and found Oh Gelato, a gelato place with amazing presentation and very yummy gelato. We got on the ferry, which was huge, and explored it for a while before settling down and enjoying the ride. When we got to Victoria, we decided against the gardens, since we were already tired from walking around Capilano, and instead, drove and walked around downtwon Victoria a bit. We even parked in the “Tourist Parking” and got out and took some pictures. We checked into our hotel for the night and Sarah’s Mom went and got some Red Robin, which was sort of gross. Then we slept.

We had a few choices for breakfast, but it was our last day in Canada and everyone indulged my Tim Horton’s obsession. We hit a camera shop for polaroid pack film, and scored some b&w. Our ferry out of Victoria filled up very early, so we were stuck there for a while. We explored the area we had driven and walked through the night before, including a great shoe store called Baggins with lots and lots of Converse. We also drove up to the castle and took a few pictures but didn’t go in any further than the gift shop. Then we wandered South to a place called Clover Point, where we had a cool view of the mountains of the Olympic Peninsula and some guys flying kites. We picked up some goodies at the Dutch Bakery and headed to the next ferry. We had to wait there a long time, questioned again by border and customs people.The ride was ok, though… we enjoyed watching the huge mountains in the distance get bigger and bigger. We arrived in Port Angeles, WA and, after a quick stop at Rite Aid, we headed up to the Olympic National Forest Visitors Center, which was closed, but just happened to be a guy there who workedin the park. He told us that we could probably make it to the rain forest with some daylight and could definitely make it to the coast before sunset. We decided to drive towards the coast, enjoy the sunset, stay somewhere in Forks then enjoy the Hoh Rain Forest and Hurricane Ridge the next day. We ate at one of the few restaurants in town and then checked into a HUGE suite just outside of town. I got the best night of sleep on the whole trip in that place.

We went to breakfast at the restaurant across the street from the one we ate at the night before. Breakfast portions were huge, so we were happy. Then we headed into the Rain Forest, which was gorgeous, and took a bunch of pictures. Furry trees are cool… then we went back through Forks, and around the park, through Port Angeles, again, and up to Hurricane Ridge. Lots of pretty mountain views on the way, but the top was kinda foggy/cloudy. We had a little food up at the visitor center on the ridge and then started the long drive to the original hotel … we didn’t make the ferry that cut through Puget Sound, so we had to drive around. I was pretty beat after all that driving.

Monday morning, we sacrificed a trip to the creperie to go visit Nintendo of America’s Redmond headquarters… it was sort of nestled in amongst Microsoft-land. There was a cute little visitor center. Then we headed downtown to check out the Experience Music Project and Science Fiction Museum, which I think were worth the money… we were a little worried about it after reading the reviews. We combined that trip with lunch/dinner at the Sky City restaurant in the Space Needle… then we popped over to Pike Place Market to buy more donuts and purchase the fish. I ate some donuts and drank some of the Walgreens milk that we bought on our first day, back at the hotel that night… and I think it made me sick.

On our last full day, we headed to the Georgetown Truck Stop for breakfast. It was very impressive… in it’s small size and big portions. Mt Rainier was our destination for the day… not the top… but the park, in general. We opted to go in the Southwest entrance, since it was open year-round, and some of the roads were still closed. We found out once we were in the park that the Northeast entrance (and Southeast entrance) were both also open, but some of the higher roads were not. It was kind of cloudy/rainy, so some of our views could have been better, but we did catch a break in the clouds and see Rainier at least once. The visitors center at Paradise was really cool, but apparently very impractical and due to be shut down… so I took lots of pictures of it. On our way down the mountains and out of the park, we grabbed some dinner at a local Inn/Restaurant/Gift Shop and then headed back to the hotel for our final night of sleep.

Aside from my body trying to eat itself from the inside, the day of our departure was fairly uneventful. There was a small delay in our plane, a large delay in our luggage getting to the baggage claim and a lot of sleeping, by me, through most of it.

Overall, great trip. We brought home a few Huckleberry flavored souvenirs and some clothing and trinkets from here and there. We’re on a website for the Forks visitors center, holding a sign, proving that we’re Twilight fans who visited Forks. I’ve got a bazillion pictures to go through… and I can now say I’ve been to the Pacific Northwest and that I like it a lot. I’ll surely think of some great thing that I forgot about or some super highlights to expand upon later, but for now, I am done.