After a short flight, I arrived in Seattle, greeted by rows of pine and clear blue skies. A bus took me downtown where I managed to find Pike Place Market more easily than I expected. It was a strange feeling, walking around a city with my pack on (one man stopped me to say, "Your pack is as big as you!" and another to say, "Got another 5,000 miles to go?" I answered, "Almost," to that), but I maneuvered my way through the people. found a cafe for lunch, and purchased a handful of honey sticks for the road. I proceeded to walk all the way up, through downtown and into Capitol Hill where I visited more than on coffee shop, read Throreau and wrote.
This morning I plan on getting some more coffee (I have to take advantage of the situation) taking some pictures, and hopefuly finding my way to a bus to the Amtrak station, so I can get on the road to Montana, where I will arrive tomorrow morning.
Thank you to all of my friends who were came to say goodbye, and to the some who endured about 4 "last nights" with me this week. Thank you to those who couldn't make it but have extended me your warm wishes, thoughts and prayers.
I gave in and brought my little digital camera along with my film camera, so there may be more pictures when I arrive in Chicago and have access to a computer again.
Much much love, Meg
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Megan! I'm sorry I couldn't make it to you goodbye shindig...but I'm glad that I'll get to spy on you from afar, via your blog. Keep updating!
Happy and jealous that you got to stop in Seattle. Hope you hit Stumptown? :]
also, the world isn't so big anymore. maybe i'll be seeing you sooner than we think. :>
Had you never been to seattle?! By any chance when you were in Pike's did you see a man with a beard who has a honey stand. He sells all kinds of honey...orange honey, apple honey, raspberry honey, he even has those little sticks of honey that you can eat right there...you get the picture. Anyway, I was once buying my dad some specialty honey (because my dad fancys himself a honey conessouier) and I met that honey man and we talked for an hour about how he has a bee farm and how much he loves honey, and making honey. He was the sweetest man. You could really see his passion. I miss him. I miss you more though. :)
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