When we got around to lining up for the race, we found ourselves a couple corrals forward of where we should have been – oops! The guy holding the rope separating us from the corral in front of us kept yelling at people to move forward and stay behind/in front of the rope. We actually had no idea what he was telling us to do, but it made for good laughs among our fellow runners. At one point he had to attend to something and asked Julia to hold the rope. We found it hilarious that someone who took his job way too seriously would so frivolously hand it off to someone who wasn’t even where she was supposed to be.
Afterward, we took a visit to the top of the Space Needle. You’ll see those shots tomorrow. A beer and more photos later, my mom picked us up at a Seattle landmark, the Pink Elephant Carwash. This was truly the best way to show someone around town. Sign up for next year today, and you might get a discount!
It’s a little known fact that much of Eastern Washington is quite parched. And this despite the voluminous Columbia river running through it, carving a gorge of tremendous depth. We stopped in George to marvel at the geology and expansive views prior to crossing the river on the bridge you see in the distance. On the other side, wind mills line the ridge to take advantage of the powerful wind that sweeps down from the north. We were glad to not be driving an 18 wheeler. And two hours later, in a very different landscape, we were glad to say we’d arrived.