I’m sitting on the Amtrak waiting to pull out of Union Station in downtown Seattle. Car 9. Seat 2. Seems like the perfect time to reflect on a near perfect weekend getaway. Seattle is only three hours from Portland, but I find taking the train is so relaxing, especially when I’m traveling solo and a dear friend is picking me up at the end of the line.
I still romanticize riding the rails and, frankly, Amtrak is a world (or two) away from the glory days of train travel. These days, taking the train is pretty much like taking the Greyhound bus only the passengers aren’t as interesting and generally, they smell better. All things considered, the train is still a great way to go. It’s even better when you get to ride the ferry back and forth from Seattle to Pt. Townsend. What’s not to love about a state who’s ferry system is designated as part of the State Highway System? I love that! Thousands of people commute daily from the many surrounding islands into Seattle. Hundreds of them in their cars.
So, what does the perfect girls’ weekend look like when the friend you’re visiting lives in a small town in the Pacific Northwest? Something like this…
Spending time in the Rick Steve’s Travel Store and trying on his famous backpack and rollie all-in-one! I’m a huge fan of Rick Steves’ Europe Through the Back Door travel.
Sipping hand crafted fermented cider at the Finn River Cidery.
Learning the art and science of home canning and making my first batch of dilly green beans for Sunday morning Bloody Marys. Yum!
Drinking a few “Painkillers” – the official drink of the British Virgin Islands – and feeling rather pain free myself by the end of the evening.
Eating my body weight in fresh caught crab at dinner – my first ever Crab Louie. What rock was I living under that I missed this delicious treat all these year?
Hanging with good friends ~ Hours and hours of girl talk time. Laughing ourselves silly.
And, we certainly ended our weekend adventure in style … with not a cab in sight to take us from Pike Place Market to the Ferry Terminal (my friend) and the train station (me) we jumped into a four wheel/dune buggy style pedicab and our lovely driver Candy wheeled us away – wind in our hair, cars everywhere and two middle aged wild women laughing like crazy fools caught up in the sheer joy of the moment. Just the way I like it!