There are all kinds of Fall signs here, in the mountains, in the city. Even further south in Portland we noticed clusters of dead, brown leaves on the sidewalk. In Seattle we’ve seen a few yellow and orange leaves on trees and it’s been cold enough that I’ve been wearing scarves, jackets and hoodies the last few days. I’ve gotten quite used to the cooler weather, but I see you, New York. I peeked at the forecast this week. I know it’s still raging summer out there and it’ll be a shock to go back to hotter temps back home when we’ve gotten used to dressing like it’s Fall.
On Friday, we went up North to the Cascade Mountains to find a hike that all the kids might like to do. We never did find that trail, but instead drove up a few miles to a road that lead to nowhere except a recently abandoned campfire littered with trash. We drove back down and played by a river, resting just enough so that Mark could recover from being carsick. Back in the nearby town of Granite Falls we found a little diner with funny artwork that had the best Yelp rating, which happened to be owned by an older Korean couple. As far as I could tell, the woman took orders and waitressed while the husband was the cook. It was just the 2 of them. It was a rather curious little discovery for your fairly typical rural American diner situated in a predominantly white populated town, nestled between the mountains and other ghost towns.
The fries were hot and crispy. You can always tell the quality of an establishment by the quality of the fries. True facts.