The Johnston Ridge Observatory is still closed due to snow and the road hasn’t been opened. I saw three herds of elk on the way up. One far below in the scourged Toutle River, and then two quite close. It would have been swell to have Vic along as elk are his totem animal.
I’m now back in Boston. And it feels a long way from these pictures.
Here’s a shout out to Scout, another cycling blogger from Portland who clued me into Voodoo Doughnuts. As a donut gourmand, I would say that the popularity of Voodoo is tied to it’s unique Portland-esqe atmosphere as much as the donuts. Downtrodden and edgy in a way that you really don’t find Seattle cafes anymore, lively with punks and hangeroners at 11 pm on a Wednesday night. This hole-in-the-wall near Old Town did make a fine yeast donut, but the cake donut had nothing on that Seattle sophisticate Top Pot.