Last Thursday, I got up at the should-be-outlawed hour of 4 a.m. and went downtown to catch a bus. Some of Phil’s family were in Seattle for a few days before shipping out to Alaska on a cruise, and I went up for a whirlwind day of sightseeing and family time. I’ve been to Seattle just twice before, so I don’t know it very well. This time, though, I was playing impromptu host and tour guide, so I did my research and had a fistful of maps and bus schedules.
My weather app said it would be cloudy and drizzly all day, but Seattle saw us coming and decided to be gracious. It was a perfect 70 degrees, brightly sunny and a little windy – an ideal day to spend in a beautiful seaside city. There were two things I for sure, absolutely, wanted to take us to see: Pike Place Market and the Chihuly Garden and Glass Museum by the Space Needle.
Pike Place Market is a feast for the senses, and shouldn’t be missed. It’s old, it’s packed with people, it’s noisy, it smells of fish, and it’s utterly magical. Stalls with rows and rows of flowers, strange and wonderful produce, enormous glittering seafood in frosty piles of ice, steep and twisting cobblestone alleys, and sudden, glorious views of the ocean. I’m always happy to wander there for hours, and we did. We spent most of the morning soaking up the sights, and wrapped up with a happy hour or so with some local beer and wine at The Alibi Room.
After that, we were off to the Space Needle. Again, I’d seen it before, but I’d never been up to the Observation Deck. This time, we took that trip and soaked up the incredible 360 degree views of the city and the bay. It was a bit windy up there, but completely worth it. It was so clear, and we could see for miles. Beautiful and exhilarating.
The Chihuly Garden was the star of the show, though, without question. Exhibits covered Dale Chihuly’s complete career from early work in woven blankets and freeform glass bowls to his elaborate, twisting contemporary glass sculptures. We all took dozens and dozens of pictures (our phone batteries died early in the afternoon), but no matter how good they are, they can’t entirely capture how alive these sculptures are, and how perfectly attuned to their settings. I’m still dribbling pictures onto Instagram, and will probably continue for weeks. I’m so glad I got to see it.
In the evening, it was back to Pike Place for cups of clam chowder, eaten in contented silence while we watched the boats in the bay. I was on the bus back to Portland by 7:30, and by the time I got to work the next morning it felt like a stolen day in Neverland. Which is a pretty good result for a day’s outing, I’d say.