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