Morning at the Terry(i)'s consisted of packing the car, and saying goodbye--for the moment--to Jeff, who was sticking around the house to visit with the relatives (his Grandparents were making visit as well). So Tom and I hit the town, and Seattle did not disappoint. We found easy parking mid-day, walked around and found the greatest little sushi restaurant (Shiro's, for the inquisitive), and then started on the town. There are tons of great sights, like the Pioneer Square, which is packed with lots of large and small sculptures and works of modern art. Or move onto the Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame and the Music Hall of Fame (both in the same building that seems to have been inspired by the Guggenheim). Or, if it is too pricey for you (as it was us, we were content to just walk by it and get a little relief from an afternoon shower), then just next door is the 1962 World's Fair area, now an arcade, small amusement park, and the Space Needle are all that's left of the post-World War, mid-Cold War distraction.
Speaking of distractions, if you are looking to hit on some hot single moms, arcade halls are the way to go. We just stopped in for a second, and were suddenly surrounded by hot moms with kids, or hot babysitters with kids, or just hot women that happen to stroll in areas where kids frequent...either way, lots of very attractive women there (not all older women either, but some).
So, enough of being distracted, after stopping by a Quick 'E Mart (that's right, Simpson's fans, if you don't know about them, then Google(TM) it, cause I know you will anyway), we made a few wrong turns back to the car (attempting to pay the man...the meter man) and after a long round about walk, made our way back downtown. Our new mission: coffee. Famous Seattle coffee. None for me of course, but Tom was jonesing, so we made our way to the most local-looking shop (and not that one famous Seattle coffee place either, we can get that anywhere...and we don't get it then anyway). After finding a "cafe", we head back to the waterfront...
...and follow the music in the air to the madhouse that is the Pier area. Shops, stores, restaurants, and people, hundreds of people, are packed, stacked, and racked in a tiny strip of real estate that is the Seattle Pier area. Think of Egyptian bazaar, or, if you want a more vivid thought, Indian bazaar or Turkish bazaar (why more vivid, you ask? I don't know, but I bet you did think of a more vivid place...and that was the point). So Tom and I shuffled our way through the crowds, not willing to spend more money, and realize we are glad we did not find this place earlier, for we have to go find Jeff, and are glad to be pulled away from that madness.
After much confusion, we find Jeff (or he finds us, whatever story your mind may find easier to digest) and hit the road for Mt. St. Helen's. Not too bad a drive, be pick up our climbing permits at a local store, and move on to find food. We happen upon a nice little place called the Cougar Bar in none other than Cougar, WA.
Well, we were only slightly disappointed by the severe lack of advertised "cougars," but the food and beer met our caloric and spiritual needs and we hit the road again towards our campsite. Once at camp, we packed all our gear for an early morning summit bid. But, before any good night's rest could be had, I apparently had passed out too soon, and was snoring loud enough to illicit the complaints of the neighboring campsites. Once Tom yelled enough to wake me, I denied all allegations, and promptly went back to sleep. Well, prove I was snoring? You can't, and I rest my case, and eyes, for tomorrow.
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