Anne’s Preface: Last weekend, McKane, Dax and I took a three-day trip to Seattle. Tom, Kieran, and Asher stayed home and lived it up by visiting Waffle House, IHOP, and Chuck E. Cheese in a 48-hour pancake and pizza binge. Here’s what McKane had to say about our quick trip…his first post-RTW travel experience.
It felt strange to travel with only Dax and Mom, but it felt downright wrong to travel with suitcases. After a whole year of backpacking, I couldn’t stand the thought of going back to rollerbags. What’s more, I don’t know if Mom added this somewhere before, but if it were up to me, I would only stay in hostels. I would never stay in a Sheraton while traveling unless we won some kind of prize to a resort. We stayed at the Woodmark Hotel in Seattle and it was pretty nice, but it just made me miss backpacking in all its glory.
We did have some adventure during our weekend in Seattle though. As we were driving in the real estate agent’s car through an intersection, the wheel somehow just popped off of her Escalade. I dropped to one side of the car, and watched the wheel, tire and all, zoom through the traffic, hit a curb, fly about five feet up in the air, and roll straight into the garden of a bank. Meanwhile our car leaned over to one side, and the brake dug into the road leaving a deep line from where the wheel flew off, to where we came to a complete stop.
After about 3 1/2 to 4 hours of looking at more houses in a different car, we decided it was time to have some more fun. So we got dropped off at a park to meet up with Otis and Dace. Otis is a friend of my parents from college, and Dace is his insanely crazy, energetic 4 year old. We left the park and went over to their house. This made Dace very excited, He showed off all his toys and his bug-eyed Boston Terrier, Gee Gee, who was just as crazy as Dace, but most of all he just wanted to wrestle with me and Dax. Otis ordered some pizza, and after the pizza, jet lag worked its magic, so Otis drove us back to our hotel.
The next day we met up with some people we didn’t expect to see when we left Georgia. Charles O’Neill, formerly a missionary in our ward, and his wife, Marie, a friend of my mom’s. Together we left the hotel to eat some burgers and head to the EMP (Experience Music Project), a museum-like building , right next to the Space Needle that has old band costumes, the history of guitars, the history of emcees, and and area where you can make your own music with guitars, drums, keyboards, mixing tables, basses, and all sorts of instruments.
From there where to go? Otis and Dace’s house of course! The O’Neills dropped us off at our hotel and we waited as Otis and Dace drove over to the Woodmark. When they got there they wanted to see our room so they came up, and Dace went wild. Otis was worried that Dace would break things so we left to a mall.
The reason we were in Seattle was to see if it was a place that we could move. Anytime the word “move” comes up, I get shivers. Because of Dad’s job search, one of his jobs involved us moving to Seattle, something that I never want to do. I don’t want to move anywhere. I’m all settled in and then Mom and Dad bring up moving.
Everyone is probably wondering how I adapted to school after the trip. Nothing really changed except for I wasn’t there last year so I was new to all the students that didn’t go to–dare I say the name–Alpharetta Elementary.