Well, the big show, it came and went. I was satisfied. It was crushed up against two other early music events, which I guess caused the audience to be smaller than I'd hoped, but it was an honorable crowd. Now I'm grimly facing the grind once more. The past couple of days have been spent exploring the windier corners surrounding Seattle. Desperate to find a forest or beach, we instead encountered impenetrable pockets of greenery by the side of the road, and a flearidden spit with a No Trespassing sign. The city itself offers many a floral wonder, but seems far away from any true wilderness. Oh the steel and glass! Oh the screaming gulls and beaky tourists. Yesterday I had a look at the chocolate chapel, and was disappointed to find it nestled cutely.....right next to a busy highway. So much for that idea. Mom and I bought some sea foam from the sweet-faced Issaquah teens and left the chalet behind. Metro-natural, my eye!