À LA PLAGE.
Collin's roommate was outside doing some woodworking. Due to my curious nature, I had to participate. Undoubtedly, I was Tom Sawyered because shaving wood is quite a laborious task. It was still amusing and educational, at the least. Eager to get away from the house, I hopped on my bike and dashed downtown. Randomly roaming around is the best way to acquaint yourself with a city. The truth, I cannot emphasize this enough, but the bike community here is exceptional. The bike lanes are comparable to Amsterdam. Cars are careful and courteous with bikers. It is heaven for any two-wheeled enthusiast.
During my wandering, I came across Elysian Capitol Hill Brewery. Knowing that I very much enjoy their beer, I could not miss the opportunity to have it fresh. After an IPA and some fries, my next destination was Lake Washington. The route was ridiculous, and mostly downhill. These hills were FAT. I was soaring, to say the least. The speed sign read thirty-five when I zoomed passed it. A wide whitened grin spread across my face, and the lake was just ahead. Upon arrival, I stripped off my garments and dove into this luscious lake. I felt reborn. The cool water was calming and restoring. Just another example of how immersing yourself in nature cures the soul. This opinion will probably be a reoccurring theme during my voyage.
After relaxing for a few hours, I had to ascend those hills to return home. After a hot shower, we made our way down to Tamari Bar. Collin's roommate had recommended this Japanese joint, and it did not disappoint. The food was exceptional, and the fish was freakin' fresh. You can taste that these critters were swimming just the day before. Undoubtedly I ate more than necessary, but the flavors were too fulfilling. We managed to burn off a little on our walk back, but the comfy couch called us. It was another great day in Seattle. Tomorrow Collin and I have an early train to Portland.