We look at stars with old friends and new.
Twenty-one or twenty-two years since my last visit, we return with our Westy ready to be one with old (and new) hippies.
It’s our first time to Camano Island, a campground near us, to work out the right mix of supplies in the Westy.
Our first Westy adventure since California and with the new engine takes us to Dungeness Spit.
Missing the blue tarp, but otherwise, had Hanami covered during the cherry blossoms.
The longest steps in the city travel between Capitol Hill and Eastlake. It’s a great walk.
Saving this walk for a day of chores, it was more of an architectural tour than a stair walk. Still, the hills are steep and I learned a few new things.
One big set of stairs, and a winding walk along the bluffs above Lake Washington’s northern end. Not much to say.
Both the farthest from Seattle and the shortest walk, it was a perfect spring day for “Seattle Stairway Walk No. 23. Burien: Eagle Landing Stairs”
The best thrift store in Seattle, a roadhouse straight out of the 1930’s, and one very long wicked set of stairs! It’s Mercer Island.
Such a gloomy day! So we stay close to home and finally do the “official” Mt. Baker Stairway Walk.
Rising steeply from Interbay, the Southwest corner of Queen Anne has lots of stairs, ass-busting steep streets, and a one very sweet, though sad, playground.
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