Mukilteo Musings

I feel sorry for visitors tryng to drive in our city. We went to dinner on Capitol Hill last night to a French Bistro called Cassis. It seems like Seattleites enjoy challenging outsiders on our streets. The signs here are not helpful and the roads are curvy and steep and switch without warning from one lane to two or two lanes to one. And it can be dark--very dark. If you have lived here for any length of time, you ignore signs and you just know what lane you need to be in. We are squished between two major bodies of water with water all in between and we are squished between two huge mountain ranges. In addition, there are hills everywhere and the roads wind around them or they curve to follow bodies of water or there are specific bridges. No perfectly straight grid exists here anywhere. But since area-wise we are not that big, everybody knows how to get everywhere like downtown, Queen Anne, the U district, Capitol Hill, West Seattle, etc. UNLESS you are from out of town.

So this brings me back to our dinner excursion to Capitol Hill. We take the curvy roads from the U through Eastlake and we are curving around to drive up the Hill and "expletive" as Hubby slams on the breaks. Yep, there was the problem--a guy in a truck from Iowa had no frickin idea where he was going or which lane he should be in. "What's the matter with people!?", hubby exclaims. I calmly reply--"The guy's from Iowa!" And he is trying to maneuver in the dark and in the slight rain on Seattle streets.

Dinner was fabulous and the kids enjoyed seeing ice in a fountain--not usual here.