I woke up this past Monday morning exhausted, sore, dehydrated, a little melancholy that our time in Washington was up, and more than a little beer logged from one of the best beer garden’s I’ve ever been in. It was a cloudy, misty morning which also didn’t help with my mood. In other words, it was a rough morning.
We got to the airport pretty early due to Bigg’s flight to Cali after stopping for breakfast at a Classic airport diner where I attempted to stomach a couple eggs. I grabbed a water at the gate and closed my eyes to rest with breaks here and there to walk around and try to work out the stiffness that was settling in.
As it turned out, Bigg’s delays meant that I got on the plane before he did so we texted one last bye bye and I shut down the phone like a good little air passenger, closed my eyes and went to sleep. Next thing I hear was an “Oh wow!” from the girl next to me and when I opened my eyes she was looking out my window and there it was, Mt. Ranier in all her Glory. Raising high above the clouds as if to say, “I’ll be here when you return.” It was a moment.
And comforting. I never know when we’ll get back to Washington but I know when we do my family; the sea air; the Muk ferry; Carm and Gabe hugs; Mt. Ranier; Penn Cove Mussels; and if I’m fortunate enough, throwing with an amazing group of folks at Enumclaw will be there.
And probably the beer gardens. Oy.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.