Christmas in the Northwest
In, apparently, 1987 there was this song that came out that, apparently, I heard more than once. The song was called “Christmas in the Northwest”. It was, well, you can check it out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9Ze0FEuG4s. I was going to use the word cloying, but be your own judge. An upside of the song was the implication that somehow Christmas is superior when celebrated in the Pacific Northwest (or, as they call it in Canada, the Tropical Southwest). Also, any time I contemplate visiting my parents for the holidays, the song comes to mind. I usually go anyway.
I guess I felt like I needed to post highlights of the most recent northwestern Christmas(-time activities). Ergo, this.
The first day I went skiing at Crystal Mountain (12/24).
Panoramic view of my parents’ kitchen during the holidays (click through for the full panorama).
So there’s this guy up on the Seattle waterfront who, apparently, has been trapped in a glass cage. The tourists stare at him, but he pretends to not notice. He is trying to make the best of it by spending his time hand-carving totem poles. At which point, I mean, good for him, right?
The seagull means business.
My dad is a keeper of hummingbirds. This is one of the birds.
The other time I went skiing at Crystal (12/30).
Some observations:
- If you ever go skiing on Christmas Eve, it might seem pretty crowded in the morning, but it turns out that everyone is gone by 1 PM. They even had decent snow there.
- My mom and I spent a couple hours in Seattle, where we saw the totem pole, went to Ivars, priced out the ferris wheel ride, and then went to the Filson store near where the Kingdome used to be.
- I have seen up to 20 hummingbirds at the feeders my parents have out on the deck. They go through a lot of sugar water.
Herewith recorded!
bkd