After our brunch at the SkyCity Restaurant we took the elevator downstairs.
My aunt was making a pit stop (yes, I just dimed you off to the Internet for using the restroom Aunt B). I was milling around the outside of the Space Needle and as looked across the street my jaw dropped.
Many, many years ago I fell in love with KOMO radio 1000 out of Seattle. After about 10 p.m. at night in Reno I can catch the station. For you folks that don’t know this, radio waves bounce all over the atmosphere late at night. It’s fun to take your AM radio dial for an auto-tune spin and see what you can find.
Right in front of me was the headquarters for KOMO itself. I was jazzed beyond belief and weirdly enough this is one of my favorite pictures of the entire trip. That’s what it meant to me to see this building. The broadcasts that I listen to in the Jeep and at home our broadcast right here!
As we continued walking my aunt said, “Hey, lookey here honey!”
She had told me I needed to get a quality, TSA-friendly suitcase with rollers and low and behold right next to the Grand Hyatt was this!
My new luggage is sitting in the middle of that table in the foreground. The reason I took the picture wayyyyy back here was to get the super cute sales girl who helped me in the shot. She’s the cute blonde at the register. Her beaming smile and hypnotically gorgeous blue eyes had no influence over the sale. Ahem.
I was trying to take a picture of Boeing airfield (with my eyes straight ahead on the road). My aunt had to have heard some 4,000 shutter clicks this weekend. See her hands folded calmly in the reflection? I know she was trying to find her happy place 🙂
Ever heard of Lake Tapps? Me either. I’m really good with satellite maps. I wanted you to see the effect of the horrific drought in the Western United States. And this is in one of the wettest states in the country!
THIS PICTURE RIGHT HERE. I have no idea why but it happened again the second I saw it to insert it into this post. My stomach twisted up bad that we were really headed home. I did not want to go back.
At this moment, Mount St. Helens (the one that erupted in 1980) is directly underneath us. That is Mount Adams on our left as we were headed south.
The reason I did not want to come home was that for the first time in 11 years I had been away for two days.
And for the first time my kid would not be there to greet me.
I forced myself to turn right around and book a flight and a hotel to Denver two weeks later. A trip all by myself. Just like I used to. Then I got cold feet, cancelled, and I’ve not gotten back up in the air since.
This trip to Seattle was absolutely perfect. If there was someone (Phoenix some of you said) or something watching over me then great. Regardless, every single activity we did. Every single person we interacted with. It all went perfectly and ten times better than planned.
In the past two months I’ve gotten recognition from the Seattle Times, Hyatt, Seattle Monorail, SeaTac Airport and Anthony’s for my blogging articles. That’s been pretty cool.
So, if you see a message from me on here or my Twitter or Facebook page that I got back on a plane. Even for a one day flight. Give me a little virtual hug and clap. It will have been a turning point again.
I appreciate you all so very much!