Seattle Slew

Yesterday, after leaving Medora (or was it The Lawrence Welk Show?) we squeezed in a short visit to the Theodore Roosevelt National Park. Vast areas of the park’s rugged landscape are occupied by prairie dogs scurrying around, digging holes and standing on their hind legs to get a better look at who knows what. Visitors pull their cars over to the side of the road by the dozens all day long to gape at these little, hyperactive animals and take their photographs. My personal suspicion is that prairie dogs are just small squirrels that have written a compelling business plan and hired a superior marketing agency.TR nationl park sign

hind legsThe scenery on the 133 mile drive between Medora and Bismarck is lovely.  But there is not much there there. It is so unpopulated that exit ramps without purpose appear to have been constructed just to provide employment. We drove by dozens of exits that literally led nowhere and offered service

Mariah and I spent the rest of our day flying from Bismarck to Minneapolis and then to Seattle. When we landed, Harry, who had arrived earlier in the day to join us for the next two weeks on our west coast adventure, picked us up. We were thrilled to see him after being apart for three weeks.

This morning, Mariah, Harry and I had breakfast in Seattle at a highly-recommended, little hole-in-the-wall restaurant called Biscuit Bitch. They serve biscuit-based breakfasts with heavy sides of sass and sarcasm to a non-stop line of patrons who form a long queue out of their door and onto the sidewalk. Their food lived up to the hype.

BB signWe then visited the Chihuly Garden and Glass Museum. It was overcrowded with other visitors jostling with one another to photograph the glass sculptures on display. Harry enjoyed the large-scale exhibits a great deal. Mariah and I had seen similar work of Chihuly’s with our friends Nancy and George when it was on display at Boston’s MFA, so we were more interested in the short documentary films and interviews with Dale Chihuly.

Our next stop was Seattle’s’ famed Pike Place Market. If you combine Philadelphia’s Reading Terminal Market and New York City’s Fulton Fish Market, locate it on the shore of Elliot Bay on Puget Sound and provide a view of the Olympic Mountains as a backdrop, you would have a close proxy for Seattle’s original farmer’s market at Pike Place. It is busy, noisy, crowded, vibrant and overflowing with vendors hawking fresh fish, produce, flowers and so much more from their stalls, aisle after aisle.

public market center signFF produceFF fishpublic market flowersAnd then? We all came back to our Airbnb and napped before we went out for a quick dinner and a long walk to see what else we could see.




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  1. Time to take a break and rest. Take the boat ride through the locks. Really interesting boat tour. Are you going to Vancouver? Happy 4 th miss the fireworks. Harry can not be replaced so we canceled this years party.

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  2. At Biscuit Bitch, they mix the affectionate and the pejorative. When your order is ready they scream, “Yo, Harry. Your bicuits are hot and ready, BITCH!”

    At the Pike Place market you can beg a slice of fresh peach from a vendor hawking fruit, or pick out a Salmon that was swimming this morning and watch the guy filet it in about 15 seconds, or watch the workers throw giant crabs at each other. You can buy almost anything edible there from people who are covered in it and smell like it. All fresh, and a reminded that “organic” is actually NOT Starbucks and Yoga pants…its earthy and ripe and alive.

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  3. Biscuit Bitch sounds delightfully delectable. I’m so glad you enjoyed Pike’s! Did you see the fish being thrown about?

    As it is July 4th, I greatly appreciate how this year’s Independence Day is deeply enhanced by all of the blog entries you and Mariah have shared highlighting some of the fabulous diversity, beauty, and uniqueness of our great country! Thank you both for making this Independence Day even more meaningful!

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