Since I can’t send you the miraculous perfume over the interwebs, I hope you have a chance to inhale it in person at some point this year or in future ones. There’s nothing quite like it! (Lilac flower near sidewalk in the Wedgwood neighborhood of Seattle – just steps away from ...
Day 3 is a big one, 7 hours and 2,000 feet up and 4,000 down. I’ll take going up all day; going down feels like someone is shooting nails in your kneecap when you are as old as us. That thing called the meniscus, which used to be a shock Absorber, is gone. The highlight...