Washington’s weather has been a dream compared to everywhere else I’ve lived. No negative temperatures. No snow banks. No crazy thunderstorms. No air quality concerns. The list goes on. But I discovered after booking a river cabin on the Skykomish River northeast of Seattle that Washington is not always equipped for all of its rain. In fact, when the droplets are too big and too frequent – flooding ensues.
To say I was paranoid after we drove through standing water on a windy dirt road to this little ol’ cabin next to a flooding river in the middle of nowhere would be the understatement of the year.
Luckily, I like to take my husband along on adventures and he is the steadfast voice of reason in our relationship. After we were shown around our humble abode for the next twenty-four hours and told that the heat wasn’t working, the river is never usually this high, and the power had gone out on the previous tenant’s, my husband SOMEHOW convinced me to stay.
It also helped that the deposit was now nonrefundable at this point.
We drove back to the closest town and loaded up on rations in case we were stuck there for the weekend. My husband was actually HOPING this would happen. Opposites attract is no joke, folks.
We then got the fire roaring and settled in.
I will admit, as long as I didn’t stare too hard at the river continuing to rise and carrying down giant trees and branches…it was nice. They had cable in the middle of nowhere despite having no wifi or cell service so we watched cute late 90’s movies, made steak and salad for dinner, played scrabble, enjoyed drinks, and even braved the hot tub for a while. I felt pretty adventurous racing over to the hot tub in the pitch black with the roaring river and pouring rain around us.
It was especially nice to have a night away with my husband. Breaking away from the monotony of routine has always been so important for our relationship. Our “adventures” as we like to refer to them can be as simple as a long day hiking or a spontaneous beach trip or a night at a cabin on a flooding river. They always remind me how thankful I am to have him, and to reconnect like we’re high school kids falling in love all over again. Afterwards we always tend to hold hands a little more often, pick our battles a little more wisely, and be kinder to one another.
Overall, it turned out to be a really lovely evening.
We even discovered while driving back into the land of cell service the following day that there had been flooding all over the area and that had been the highest the Skykomish River had been in years. Over a foot above flash flood levels.
I’m glad we stayed, but I may try to plan our next adventure around the weather.
“Do one thing every day that scares you.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
Hey! Do you remember me? I’m the girl who used to blog frequently about hiking trips and Alaskan winter struggles and the moving and job searching debacle that was my life for months on end.
Where have I been?
Oh just putting in long days in downtown Seattle at a marketing firm, loving on my cute husband when he’s around, entertaining a plentiful amount of guests, and hanging with my bestie who I now call roomie. I try to squeeze working out in at 4:50 am on weekdays when my eyelids aren’t glued shut and leftovers in at 7pm when I roll in the door. Most weekends I spend one day doing extensive amounts of laundry, cleaning, and errand running and then the other day I’m usually exploring this beautiful place I call home.
Welcome to the chaos that is my life.
Oh and those 80 minutes I’m on a train every day? Well that’s been devoted to zoning out on social media, catching up on the news, and reading fiction books that get me out of reality. By the way, has anyone read The 5th Wave? So damn good! I am such a sucker for young adult fiction. I’m forever and always a sassy teenager at heart, just with better skin.
I don’t mind the craziness. Some days I feel like a bit of a failure when I can’t fit a workout in, but others I feel so proud I’m not spending hours watching Netflix like I did in Alaska. Give and take, I guess?
There are so many things I want to share. From little day trips and hiking excursions, to the best bars and restaurants I’ve tried in Seattle, to tips on how I’m not gaining a hundred pounds when I never have time to work out.
I also want to blog about the real things going on in the world: the presidential election, Paris, women’s rights, organized religion, homelessness, etc. My head is spinning with things I want to say about all these issues, but I never feel like I have enough time to educate myself fully to formulate a post.My blog is usually light and fun, but sometimes I think it’s important to get real. Having to dodge tents and garbage on my walk to work on a public sidewalk in downtown Seattle each and every day when it’s 40 degrees outside and I know people are sleeping inside of those makeshift homes – that’s real.
I obviously haven’t been writing enough since this post is all kinds of getting sidetracked.
My point? I’m trying to make it a priority to update this space since it’s always been such a fun, relaxing part of my life. I know my frequent readers are a small group, but I truly appreciate each and every one of you who have stuck by since first subscribing (even if half of you are related).
Living in Washington has been an exciting, crazy adventure. I want to share all the wild bits of it whenever I can. Even the rough stuff every now and then (as mentioned above) so I keep it real. For example, I’m writing this from the very last train out of Seattle back to the little town we live because I was working for 10 hours straight. I ate my lunch in-between key strokes and spent the last couple hours fixing mistakes I created and waiting on client calls. It’s not always glamorous. Hell, sometimes it’s hard. But tonight on my walk to the train I reminded myself to look UP from my e-mails and from my rush to get home.
And I’m thankful I did.
Don’t mind the poor quality, I grabbed this shot on Snapchat while saying a silent “thank you” for how lucky I am to live this life I do.
I think I’ll smile at a stranger before I get off this train, hug my husband a little closer when I get home, have more patience for my clients at work tomorrow, and savor that last sip of wine a little more.
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.”
– John F. Kennedy