Travelling Music
I made my escape yesterday from the hellish inferno of Seattle, headed for the milder climes of the midwest, where it was a mere 85 degrees.
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Mt. Rainier, Mt. Adams in the background
As usual, I felt a pang as the Cascades rolled away behind my plane. Every time I do this, I promise myself that I’ll get out hiking when I return. I haven’t been to the Mt. Rainier park in a really long time now.
Lake Woebegone, MN?
As we descended on approach to Minneapolis, the prairie radiated the fullness of summer in countless shades of greens and blues.
The shoes are cruel enough - but those ankles are excruciating
Getting dressed this morning, I discovered that I’d forgotten to pack dress socks. I’m faking it with the darkest running socks I have, slinging my slacks a little lower and taking advantage of my desk’s “modesty panel” (one of the more risible euphemisms). Looks like a shopping trip this evening.
