Seattle

This summer was one filled mostly with work, but also punctuated by occasional bouts of therapeutic adventure. In early June, I had the opportunity to contemplate suicide for 

24 straight hours while hauling my sorry, out of shape hind end up 14,411 feet of active snow and glacier 

covered volcano. Happily this ended well, and none of us fell into ice crevasses or had to be heli-lifted out with altitude sickness.

 In the end, watching the sunrise while sitting on the slope of a wind-sculpted glacier at 13,500 feet made the pain worth while. Summit Mount Rainer: check.

(click to view full panorama)

The next bit of adventure involved significantly less risk, more adrenaline and more whiplash.

I've always wanted to try bungee jumping, and now I can officially say it is a must for the budding adrenaline junkie. 

While I woke of for several days after wondering why my spine felt like it had been popped by an 8 foot angry wookie, the feeling of soaring as one dives head first off bridge into a 200 ft canyon was something to experience.

 

Finally, I shot this photo from an undisclosed location at the highest point in Seattle. Perhaps there is a reason why I have been called a monkey more times than I care to remember

the beginning

The past few months have found me feeling spread thin, as if I am trying to be in too many places and keeping up with too many, albeit lovely, people. This is not to say that I do not very much enjoy these people or that I am in any way wishing to cut these ties. Rather, I am finding that my unimpressive powers of communication are becoming stretched beyond their meager abilities and I must utilize modern technology to compensate my lack. In other words, I am now officially caving in, jumping on the bandwagon and joining the crowd: I have with much debate and inner turmoil decided to join the unwashed masses begin a blog. 

I have no idea whether anyone will read this, but perhaps at the very least it will put my conscience at peace. 

To all who read: forgive my failings of grammar and punctuation, words are not a form of artistry I understand at this early point in my journey.

Signed,

a Hippie with a Day Job