We started off the day by getting a cup o’ joe at a hipster-style Seattle coffee joint. Usually Steven and I attempt to blend into our surroundings so as not to appear as tourists. Unfortunately Seattle will not allow for this ritual seeing as the fashion statements here are atrocious. At first I thought perhaps we were in the grunge Kurt Kobain type district but after a full analysis of the city’s dress code I have found that printed knee high socks with misfit unflattering skirts are in for women. I am not a fashionista, but yipes. I am sure that Ann Taylor will not be placing a flagship store anywhere near this place. We spent the morning relaxing while sipping on Seattle’s gross domestic product (our milk was even poured in the shape of a leaf), although I am not sure how this became a staple of Seattle seeing as it is even further from Columbia than Indiana.

Our next grand idea was to travel to Mount Rainier. We calculated it to be about an hour and a half drive from Seattle. We loaded up on beef jerky, trail mix, granola bars and other goodies to ensure our energy supply for what was sure to be an epic trek through the National Park. I soon found, however that my job as speed cop quickly turned to panic safety cop as my co-pilot navigated our Ford Escape through winding roads with sheer drop offs. With sweaty palms and a queezy stomach I reminded the driver of the 10 and 2 rule and other gems from driver’s training, which I’m sure he found very helpful. Less helpful were his suggestions to me that I stop screaming and let go of his arm while he was driving. It was a good first test of our marriage.

Shoot, forgot the ice ax

We eventually made it to the Paradise Welcome Center where I bought a national park patch for my collection. (My one nerdy habit). I collected our trail map, and after yesterday’s experience talked my travel buddy out of going for one of the “strenuous” routes and instead decided we would take a “moderate” route. I packed our pack (thank you Chels and fam for the REI pack) as Steven smugly stated that I was “loaded for bear”. I ignored him, certain that he would eventually be grateful I’d packed our heavy fleeces, mountaineering shells, and enough food and water to survive for a week. We set off on what was sure to be a grueling trek, and after about two yards my feet had sank into a slurry of snow and water, I had slid back about three feet, and nearly toppled into a pool of ice water. After all the planning we had not thought about the possibility of hiking in snow. Slight oversight for those of us used to living in the flat lands of Indiana. Every trail was completely snow covered and those around us were wearing snow boots and had trekking poles. We took some photos to make ourselves look adventurous to those not reading the blog, and retreated back to the car (I was definitely glad I’d packed all that stuff). Deciding that all that effort shouldn’t be wasted, we drove back down the mountain until we found a trail underneath the snow line. The trail offered a beautiful view of a waterfall and the trail itself was a challenging upwards climb. We hiked until we felt that we had vindicated our trip, then got back in the car to drive to Seattle.

ARRR me fish 'n chips

Once in Seattle we ate at Iver’s, a fish and chips shop. Steven loves the greasy fish and chips shops. Learning from a previous experience in London (refer to here), Steven and I took our delicious meal under an awning so as not to be messed on by any birds. Of course the day wouldn’t be complete without ice cream so after a large helping of the tasty treat we called the day done and headed back to the lodge.

Signing off, 10 and 2 Steven and Sloshy Shoes Libby

Travel question of the day: Who would eat at Red Lobster when in Seattle?

Day 2

Our lodge next to the falls

As we know coffee is to Seattle as corn is to Indiana. However, when caffeine deprivation hits desperate times call for desperate measures so our first stop of the day was to Starbucks. We felt guilty and vowed to never do this again on our trip. Next, we drove into Seattle to the constant commentary from Steven about how much he loves this place; I got a rundown of every location in Seattle he’d visited as a kid.

We found our way downtown thanks to Garmin and walked to the Pike Street Market. The market was everything I hoped it would be with many food stands and of course the tossing and catching of fish. We had a meal on the seafront of crab legs, steamed clams, and a lobster tail. We wandered around Seattle for quite awhile before heading back to Snoqualmie Falls, where we went to the lookout point. The falls are spectacular and the lodge where we are staying couldn’t be in a better location. We decided it was too early to eat dinner and head in for the night so we jumped back in our car and headed to Little SI mountain. Totally unequipped for the hike we set off as we scoffed at what the hotel labeled a moderate climb. Considering ourselves reasonably fit we saw the 2,000 foot elevation change as a light challenge for the day. Of course, the climb would have to be completed before the sun set so I decided to lead the place rather quickly. My co-pilot Steven was able to give a step by step account of our pace and distance thanks to the Garmin

now strapped to his wrist. (Think of a massive update to the once worn

At the top of Little SI

calculator watch). Somehow Steven makes even the most remote places seem technologically equipped. Pretty soon the slope steepened up quite a bit and

the breathing became heavier. The views were astounding and we both were thankful to have not settled for the typical honeymoon locale. After racing our way to the top we found what appeared to be a group of Microsoft

employees enjoying a snack (Steven insisted their jokes about software recursion made perfect sense). We took some pictures and then headed back down the mountain.

Driving back from Little SI to our lodge (a trip of about 10 minutes), we were surprised to see a line of cars pulled up on the side of the road. As we got closer, we realized the field nearby was full of large elk. This was the perfect opportunity to use our new camera to capture shots of the elk with the mountains in the background. I captured some stunning photos, once I finally got Steven to relinquish the camera (he keeps referring to it as “his precious”).

After a delicious dinner of sushi Steven’s elfish heritage required the consumption of ice cream. (Specifically sweet cream ice cream with smashed oreos).

Off to snooze, GPS fixed Steven and Lack of Sweet Tooth Libby

Traveling question of the day: If the lodge has only valet parking is it necessary to tip every time you need your car?

Credit: Libby Kady. Not Steven.

The first day of our honeymoon began with the grating sound of my alarm clock buzzing at the unreasonable hour of 4:00 AM. Why we decided to catch a 6:15 AM flight for our honeymoon (which presumably is all about relaxation) I’ll never know. This was made somewhat worse by my notoriously slow and meticulous packing the night before, which may or may not have seen me stay up till 1:00 AM to make sure everything was perfect. (Libby was perhaps not as excited as might be expected to learn of this neurosis).

After tossing the bags in the car, I decided to install our brand new GPS system which was an essential buy for the honeymoon. Having eyed one for quite awhile and having convinced Lib of it’s necessity, I was giddy as I handed it to Lib to help navigate our trip to the Fort Wayne Airport. Pretty soon, however, instead of receiving orders from just one women I started hearing a running commentary on my speed from another woman. The unit apparently has a speed sensor that not only displays your speed, it also displays the speed limit and flashes red when you exceed it. Four AM, three hours of sleep, and I am now receiving demands to turn left and slow down simultaneously from two women. Welcome to married life. The GPS unit has turned my wonderful side seat driver into my very own speed cop.

Upon arriving at the Fort Wayne Airport, we prepared for what we assumed would be a quick trip through security and then a short wait at the terminal. I mean, there are only 3 or four planes leaving that early, and none of them hold many people, right? That was where we ran into our second surprise of the day: The Fort Wayne terminal now has the new body scanners (described as a mechanical strip search in today’s USA Today, oddly enough). That, combined with a fluke overbooking on all the flights that morning meant that the normally quiet concourse looked a bit like O’Hare with its winding security line. Fortunately, we still made it though security in plenty of time, and boarded what I’m fairly certain is the world’s smallest airplane for the first leg of our journey (I nearly hit my head on the ceiling while sitting).

We landed safely in Seattle and of course after devouring an entire large pizza, (we hadn’t eaten in 15 hours) our first stop was REI. We were slightly disappointed at first by the size of the tiny store – it looked like a small strip mall shop on an otherwise wooded block. In our heads we had envisioned a utopia of tents, headlamps, boots, and camping knick-kacks – this was, after all, the home of REI. Even more puzzling: as we wandered around the store front, we couldn’t find an entrance anywhere. Eventually we stumbled onto a path in the woods, and began to notice signs like: “Hiking path”, “Mountain bike test path”, “Mountaineering test wall”, “Kayak trial grounds”, etc. Somewhat confused, we continued down the path until a massive build came into view; apparently, the entire wooded block was the REI store – a 5 or more story building, built into a hill, complete with paths, waterfalls, streams and outdoor climbing walls. I was in absolute heaven – only the 1 hour parking limit on our car saved Libby from spending the rest of the day there. I did manage to convince her to get another Garmin that I’d been eying for even longer than the one in our car: a GPS running watch and heart rate monitor. It was then that I realized that I was no longer a true nerd. Libby told me I had a choice between the watch, and replacing my broken Gameboy that I’d brought to play on the long plane and car rides. I chose a heart rate monitor over a video game system.

After leaving the store (and literally sprinting to the car to avoid getting a ticket), we made the short drive through beautiful scenery to Snoqualmie Falls where we are spending our first week, to our hotel (which is truly very nice), where we collapsed for a well earned night of sleep.

Signing off: Mr. and Mrs. (speed cop) Kady

Travel question of the day: Vacation home in the mountains or on the ocean?