I tell people that when Seattle is nice, there is no place on the planet I would rather be. I am not lying, exaggerating, or using hyperbole, it is 100% true. When the days get long, when the sky gets that backlit blue in the evenings, when the cold edge comes off the air and is replaced by something salty and floral and earthy all that the same time, that is when you realize that Seattle is, at that perfect moment, the best place in the world.
13 Miles for Ice Cream
It’s a beautiful breezy day when we roll down the hill to Lincoln Park, breezy, not windy, which is perfect because it’s been much too long since I logged any miles on the bike and a stiff wind is going to make it all the harder. Our destination is Alki Beach where it’s car free …