Last weekend, my brother Judson came up to Seattle to visit me and climb Mt. Si with me (cross it off the list), and boy, was it a time. We woke up at 6:00am on Sunday morning and trekked an hour out to North Bend (after consuming a couple McDonalds breakfast sandwiches, of course), where we found ourselves at the foot of a mountain of imposing height. It was cold and misty so we started out the hike with our coats on, but as we slowly ascended the crazy-steep grade, we began shedding layers really quickly until both of us had our sweaters tied around our waists like goons and Judson had the pantlegs of his jeans rolled up (who wears jeans on a serious hike? Come on!).
It was a really arduous and intense hike, but when we reached the top, my brain was yelling “Worth it!”: there was a thick mist hovering over the rock ledges and even though I couldn’t see much through it, the altitude, and the feeling of power and disbelief at knowing how high you are above everything, was palpable, and we climbed over jagged rocks and crevices to stand up against what, from the outside, looked like the abyss, and it wasn’t scary. It was incredible. I’d definitely like to hike Mt. Si again in the summer, when it’s clear and you can see green for eons, but I’m glad that my first climb was through the mist. It was more timely and applicable to my present existence that way.
It took us about four hours roundtrip, and after waking up early, saying hi to every hiker and their dog on the trail (no complaints there!), feeling dizzy from the elevation change and getting our muscles wrecked by a mountain, we were exhausted and famished. So we returned to Seattle and ate some monster Elliott Bay subs, and all was right with the world.
Belfast, Northern Ireland (the first time)
Belfast, Northern Ireland (the second time)
NEWSFLASH: Kayaking is awesome. My outdoor adventure pal Bekah and I borrowed a friend’s oversized kayaks that didn’t quite fit into the back of her boyfriend’s sports utility vehicle, so I had to sit in between the kayaks and bear hug them with both arms to keep them from sliding out onto the road. It was kind of stressful, but it was also kind of exciting. We also had to enlist the help of some buff strangers to help us carry the kayaks down to the canal, for we are but weak females who need help with such things. BUT, once we got in the water, it was perfection. There’s always so much going on on Lake Washington, and yet it’s always so quiet and still. It was a great sanctuary to float among the lilies and soak up the sun and feel, for a moment, far away from the city. When we started paddling back toward land, we passed a boat full of twentysomethings who were blasting “My Way” by Limp Bizkit, completely unironically. There was fist-pumping and everything. We were horrified, but we had a good laugh about it. It seemed an appropriate way to end our afternoon on the lake.