Scrapbook: Seattle and the San Juans
/Seattle is a city I return to again and again, and not just because one of my sisters lives there. Despite its pricey real estate, its near takeover by Silicon Valley types, and its undeniable big-city problems, this boom town in the Pacific Northwest somehow manages to retain a jewel-in-the-rough aura, and its connection to nature and the sea remains unbroken. Even on a quick trip like this one, Seattle’s personality comes through, loud and clear.
The view from my sister’s house in sunny (today, anyway) Seattle. Su-weeet!
The pavilion at the Olympic Sculpture Park is a cool indoor space within a cool outdoor space. Loving Seattle.
Wickedly good Cuban coffee at El Diablo Coffee Co. in Queen Anne 'hood of Seattle.
The carnitas on masa dumplings were pure yumminess at Little Water Cantina. Thanks for the recommendation, George.
Got crabs? The fishmongers at Fisherman's Terminal in Seattle do.
My sons with my niece.
We biked around Friday Harbor, San Juan Island, Washington State. We’re here to do an overnight camp-and-kayak excursion.
Kayaking in the San Juans. Not pictured: orcas, seals, eagles, and lots of rain. I was too busy keeping my kayak atop the waves and worrying about my kids to take photos. The kids were gleefully unbothered by the minor squall we found ourselves in. Luckily we had good guides at the ready to keep us out of real trouble.
The Space Needle. Fifty years old and beautiful as ever.
Photos © Norie Quintos.