14 Jan 15
This trip started out like many others - preparing to opt out of the new x-ray security system only to be shuttled to the exempt line. We had a lot of time to kill and decided to waste it window shopping.
I would say that the flight was pretty standard, but when you decide to check your bags in order to make life easier and forget the diaper bag, things get complicated. This must happen to other people because the Las Vegas airport gift shops will sell you 2 diapers in the wrong size for ~8 dollars. Thankfully, we weren't the only family with a toddler around, and a successful bartering event made the experience relatively painless.
Once in Seattle, Uncle Steve was there to whisk us away to get Bà and Ông, who were visiting their Virginia friend, Pat Lee. Mrs. Lee had a lunch and play-date all set up, but poor planning and time management made it so we had to leave and hurry to the next destination. Some might find it difficult to place blame, but it was almost assuredly Ông's fault. Emotionally, it was a little upsetting. Gastrointestinally, it was a nightmare. Luckily, a chain of seafood experts that call themselves Ivar's saved the pre-dinner starvation.
Seeing the grandparents was especially great. It's always fun to watch Drakeson get fooled into hugs and kisses. Years of experience has taught Grandpa Bill many techniques to expedite the process.
Dinner was interesting. I never would have guessed that the world's best Mai Tai served at a restaurant would be located in the Seattle suburbs. Go figure.
Grandma knit Tommy this sweater 40 years ago.
Pianists
Grandma, I'm thirsty.
Grandpa, I'm hungry.
15 Jan 15
When morning came, it was met with a 5-star breakfast made by Uncle Dave. He apparently gets up every day at the crack of 2 AM to work out and cook. Unfortunately, that's still thirty minutes after Tom gets up. After pacing a trail in Uncle Steve and Aunt Myla's rug, Tom decided it sound wisdom to walk to Aunt Mary's house in the cold, wet weather. Let's not even mention the fact that every trip from Uncle Steve's to Aunt Mary's with Tom was laden with clues that he was never quite sure of the route. Thankfully, Mom put the foot down and Tom just waited outside.
After those shenanigans, Tom made up for it by guiding us all South and East through some of the more beautiful country the U.S. can claim. Mountains, tall trees and blue flags with the number 12 on them surrounded us. The flags symbolize the Seattle Seahawk's Twelfth Man fanfare and were a constant source of irritation to Tom. The drive was gorgeous.
For those of you who don't know, Washington is a marijuana legal state. Without that knowledge, interacting with the people who run the ski resort at Crystal Mountain is sure to make you feel like the world has gone mad.
Here's the gist: Tom buys the gondola tickets and asks whether or not the restaurant is open at the peak. The ticket sellers say yes. We then take the tickets 40 yards over, and while boarding, we ask the gondola attendees how the restaurant is doing. Their reply is that the restaurant is closed due to the inclement weather. After the ride, we're met by another attendee at the top. He confirms that the restaurant is closed, but then is unsure if the gift shop is open. The gift shop is 3 feet under the attendee, and it's closed. While taking the few photos we could, the weather worsens and the gondola "shuts down" and we are not allowed to ride down at this time. We are told that we can either wait for the weather to calm or take the regular ski lift down. The attendant at the ski lift, who is ~40 yards from the gondola attendant, says no one is ever allowed to ride the ski lift down. After some persuasion, she agrees to let us down, but not before a ski patrolman says we can stay in the warmth of their watch house until the gondola reopens. We are in the ski patrol house for ~20 minutes. We ask the patrol people for status reports about every 5 minutes, and the response is always the same- "The crew at the bottom says it's still too dangerous to ride the gondola." The feeling of insanity really begins to take hold as those words enter our ears while scenes of people riding the gondola up enter our eyes. After we completely ravaged our emergency supply of trail mix, we decided to risk the ski lift. Aside from the freezing cold, it provided a beautiful view. Once off the first lift, we were instructed to take the second one down to the bottom. At the second lift, the attendant said that people go down the ski lift all the time. After that bit of inconsistency, we made it to the bottom and decided we earned a meal at "The Snorting Elk." Ah, The Snorting Elk. The place where you walk through the door where the sign says the restaurant is located to find that it's a pub, and a worker says that the restaurant is upstairs and guides you through the back stairwell only to enter a restaurant that doesn't open for another hour.
The scenery is gorgeous despite all of the pot-smoke that we mistook for low hanging clouds.
Driving back was just as beautiful. Well, maybe everything except eating at Jack in the Box was beautiful. Drakeson warmed up a bit with Grandma and then it was time to feast at Aunt Mary's/Uncle Dave's house where the food was plentiful and great. Uncle Steve was on a mission to showcase all of the hops grown in the region...which was fantastic.
My Bà is in the reflection of Dada's sunglasses.
Not even cold a little bit
Where's Drakeson?
Right there.
Right there.
Nice shirt, Great-Grandma!!
16 Jan 15
It was groundhog day with Uncle Dave and Tom. Except this time, Tom calls an hour and a half before we're scheduled to pick them up and enquires about a reschedule, which was immediately shot down. He then gives the new pick-up time of 0830 and was FREAKING OUT when we showed up on time forgetting that he was the one who changed the time from 0815.
The Kingston Ferry was a fun experience. We didn't really notice the wait to get on because Tom's inability to sit still for 10 seconds had us getting in and out of the car until it was time to board. One guess who loves being on a boat. That's right, TOM! You should have seen this guy. He was dragging Drakeson around making sure his little eyes took it all in. Just kidding. They both were completely giddy about the whole experience. Rightfully so. It's an amazing view of the Sound and Seattle.
Next, we got to meet Aunt Patti and Uncle Wendel. They live in a carved out section of forest in Kingston. It's hard not to be jealous of their set-up. Unfortunately, this encounter marked the second time Tom's schedule prevented us from enjoying pre-made refreshments.
Next was a drive through Kingston and on to Olympic National Park. A quick stop in Port Angeles was made to eat lunch. Here at Downriggers Restaurant you can have the best-damn pan-fried, oyster po-boy on the planet. Hands down.
The remainder of the trip to the park is a bit of blur. There was the small infusion of Crystal Mountain Madness with the information guide telling us they're only allowing tire chains at the peak, and then the park ranger at the gate waving us through without even so much as mentioning the road conditions. We didn't need chains. Other than that, there were 2 points of interest. The first, and the less interesting of the two, is that we all learned of Drakeson's snow-eating ability. Even when one hand is suffering miserably from the cold, Drakeson demands you give him more snow to eat in his other, warmer hand. Call Guinness.
The other point is that Mom is 100% serious about having her son-in-law spread her ashes from the top of the Blue Glacier by Mount Olympus. It was all she could talk about. It was all she could point out on the map. It was all she wanted to take pictures of.
From there, we took a trip to Crescent Lake, where Tom displayed some very Crystal Mountain-like behavior. Tom told us that the lodge where he used to work was open, but when we arrived, the two employees working there for an event told us it was closed. Tom proceeded to ask the gentlemen if it would be alright if we warmed ourselves by the fire. After receiving permission, Tom spent two minutes reminiscing on the phone booth in the corner before deciding to leave. Despite this peculiar running gag, we were able to take in the view of the lake from a pier before being devoured by mutant mosquitoes.
Next was a mad dash to Sound Brewery in Poulsbo to acquire a bottle of Monk's Indiscretion for Uncle Steve. A very good selection at that. We drove back to the ferry, but not before downing some crepes at a local shop by the dock. Then it was off to eat Pho at Pho To Chau. Not a bad end to the day.
Where's Bà?
"Make sure you get the snow I'm eating in the picture."
Bà's ashes go over there.
Olympic National Park
17 Jan 15
There was no rush to get out of bed today, but Uncle Dave still had a smorgasbord prepared by six and 1000-to-1 odds that Tom was up before God and pacing outside waiting to get started. But, because we had no plans for the morning, it became a free-for-all. A group of gym goers (Uncle Dave, Tom and George) went to Uncle Dave's really nice gym that only charges 11 bucks a month. Another group of fun lovers went to Uncle Steve's and sipped on beverages while watching Frozen. Hard to say which group had the better time. Probably the fun lovers.
Next it was off to Christ the King Lutheran Church for a gigantic lunch and birthday cake with the whole family. Our group decided it was best to not pay attention to the people we were following and get a little lost. Thanks to our trusty phone GPS devices, it only took us one really confusing route to get back on track.
Another interesting thing came to light; Drakeson loves shrimp about as much as he loves snow. The vegetarian pizza was the underdog favorite over the meat and everyone enjoyed the Grandma/Lan piano duets. Aside from Drakeson's parents not bringing the diaper bag and getting lucky with the nursery carrying diapers one size too small, it was a great lunch.
The obligatory visit to the Pike Place Market was next. It was here that we discovered that the original Starbucks is the only Starbucks so popular that there are actually 2 lines coming out the door. The market is also the headquarters for Market Spice; dealers of a black tea that Lan has become obsessed with.
We took the scenic route home to Uncle Steve's and spent the evening singing, eating, drinking a Herculean amount of beer, and listening to Lan play the piano. Also, Drakeson became Uncle Steve's favorite by cuddling with him while watching hockey.
Soon it was time for Mom and Tom to catch the red-eye back to Virginia and we hit the hay.
Uncle Steve refuses to bear teeth
Too many cameras
MYLA HUGS!!
18 Jan 15
The final day proved a few things. One is that Uncle Dave doesn't stop until he's crossed the finish line- one last, great breakfast. Another is that the best time to leave a bustling town like Seattle is when everyone is trying to come in to watch the Seahawks beat the Packers. Lastly, Lan's mastery of logic and it's application to puzzles completed on the plane made the time fly by.
Until next year.
Dalmatians
Nice write-up. Love it.
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