Seattle Bound

Much as we hated to, we left Portland. More people to see and things to do, and a deadline of August 1 in which to see and do it all. I think of all the places we've been so far in our travels, Portland has been the place I felt we hadn't come close to exploring fully. The forsythia were of course in full bloom, a nice contrast to the snowy peak in the distance. Mount Rainer, perhaps?

As we drove, these strange three towers loomed in the distance. I turned on my camera and was able to get a closer shot. Apparently, this is the Gospodor Monument Park, built by a millionaire in the Olympia area to commemmorate events, ideas, and people. Here's more information if you care to know it: http://www.flickr.com/photos/seawallrunner/32825160/

I suppose it's just as good a use for $500,000 as any.

It certainly adds an air of mystery to Interstate 5.

As we continued down the highway, we saw a sign for Mrs Beasley's Burgers. The name was immediately recognizable, conjuring up images of a doll in a blue and white polka dot dress with square black glasses. Why I thought a doll from a 1960s television show would equate with yummy burgers I don't know. Fortunately, we were not disappointed. The fries were crisp, and the burger was tasty. Zorah happily ate hers while reading about Earth and space.

We finally pulled into the RV park we had chosen for at least this night. It is hard to find an RV park in Seattle itself, so we had to settle for an outlying area close to the foosball tournament Brian was planning on going entering. We got unhooked and mostly unpacked, then Zorah and I ran to the nearby Trader Joe's for groceries. It took a little longer than we thought, so once we got back and unpacked, we went with Brian, he on his bike, to the tournament location. Supposedly it was a bar and grill where we would all be able to share dinner before he played.

We pulled out front, and it looked like a bar. No frills, no grills, no kids. And it was. No surprise there really, since foosball has only recently turned into a family sport. Anyway, we went to a Chinese restaurant instead, right across the parking lot from the bar.

For some reason, in new and predominantly white places, I feel uncomfortable walking into an Asian restaurant. I feel like customers there will be thinking I had to have Chinese food and made Brian and Zorah tag along with me. There is really no rational explanation for either why I think this way or why I should care. Anyway, we ate, we ordered, the food was good. We gave Brian a kiss and good luck wishes and headed back to the RV park to relax and settle in.