I'm on the move again. Yesterday, I flew from Denver to Seattle. Flying to Seattle in the dark there wasn't much to see until we reached the Cascades. The moon reflected the snow on the tops of the mountains a cool blue, but left the valleys deep black. A couple of strands of fog hovered over and snaked through the range like ghostly ftentacles. It was a scene enhanced by the fact that I knew it couldn't possibly be captured in a picture.
This morning, I poked around the oldest section of downtown, walking through the two historic train stations. My first major site was a museum run by the National Park Service that is devoted to Seattle's role in the Klondike Gold Rush. Then, I scouted out the tallest building in town which has an observation room on the 73rd floor.
I walked over to Pike Place Market to find lunch. The market is an expansive warren of stalls and stores that spreads out in three dimensions. I ended up eating at a pizza shop a couple blocks away. I had about an hour to kill so I hopped in the aquarium. The highlight was probably the sea offers. I don't know that I've ever seen any in person before. They're a lot bigger than I expected.
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