Now that I'm back sitting at my desk, the last few days are a snowy haze. I barely know what day it is, or what day it was when whichever thing may or may not have happened. Blurring the lines of the "weekend," I ran away to Seattle for three days of skiing, drinking and merriment. I left my stuffy office and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air.
When I return to Seattle as a visitor, it's different. My days are packed with trying to see every person I miss. Suddenly I have to prioritize people, and it's impossible to squeeze them all in. This time was different though. Nathan was in town from Montana, ready to ski as much as possible, so I wrote everything off and prepared to ski, ski, ski and let whatever else fill in the cracks. It worked amazingly.
After a night at the College Inn (where the bartender still remembers my name) I whirled around Lina's apartment packing to ski. Four of us met up in North Bend and headed toward Alpental for a tour toward Chair Peak. It was a beautiful day filled with laughter and reminiscing. Lina
has been my hero since the day I met her. She is constantly jumping from one place to another, so the fact that I stole her away for a day was pretty much the best.
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