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Monday, July 25, 2005

I had a pretty smooth trip back to Seattle last Friday night, arriving about midnight.  I had a window seat on the right side of the plane, and we took my favorite approach to SeaTac, from the north.  The night was almost cloudless.  On this approach, we're descending from east to west, and bank south on final pretty much directly above my house.  From there, we cross above Lake Union, catch the Space Needle and then over the downtown core, with ferries floating on the velvet blackness of Elliott Bay.

It was about 2:30 by the time I wound down and hit the rack.  My wife and friends had planned a Saturday morning trip into the Cascades to rock climb.  I was tempted to just wallow around "recovering" from my week on the road, but decided it was just too nice a day to pass up, and rode up with them to do some hiking while they spidered around on rock walls.

It turned out to be a great call.  The hike up Mt. Washington is about 4 miles, with 3,200 feet of elevation gain, a nice aerobic challenge.  Once at the top, the trail opened into some meadows and old logging roads, and afforded some terrific views of the Snoqualmie valley, the Cedar River watershed and Mt. Rainier.  I snapped a lot of pictures, with you guys in mind, of course.  In all, I got about 9 - 10 miles of up-and-down hiking.

The day turned sour when we arrived home and I discovered that my Canon S300 camera was missing.  I called all the participants and asked them to check amongst their gear, receiving only regrets.  In addition, when I turned my Creative Zen Xtra mp3 player on to try some soothing tunes during dinner, the display was blank.  I ascertained that the hard disk was intact, so my collection of tunes was not lost, but I was sort of bummed by the prospect of $600 of electronic equipment wiped out in a day's hike. 

The mp3 problem was "solved", however temporarily, later that evening.  The player is out of warranty, so I had nothing to lose by disassembling it to see if I could discover some loose connection.  Once apart, I didn't see anything obvious, so I reassembled it and resigned myself to backing up all the music and looking for another player somewhere.  However, after I'd finished tightening the last screw, I turned it on and it worked.  Sort of a mystery, but it's worked fine so far.

The camera issue was less encouraging.  I put a "lost & found" ad on craigslist, and we drove back up to Exit 38 Sunday morning to scour the parking lot and trail up to the last place I remembered taking a picture.  No luck, so we posted a sign at the trailhead.  Since we were up there anyway, we decided to take another hike, the 2 miles from the Mt. Washington trailhead down to the Twin Falls overlook, where there is a series of picturesque cataracts plunging into picturesque pools.  The pictures will have to remain "esque", of course, because I didn't have my damn camera.  Nice day hike, though, and I rationalized that lots of people would have paid at least the cost of my camera to have spent the weekend as I had (minus the anxiety).

I hung around all day Monday hoping for a call, but my phone was all about stony silence.  I started to prepare for my drive to the Tri-Cities in eastern Washington, and my wife arranged to do some gym climbing with her buddy from Saturday.  Her ride arrived, and we said our goodbyes.  A minute later, she was back on the porch knocking on the door.  When I answered the door, instead of looking around for some piece of gear she had forgotten, she handed me my camera.  She had found it lodged in the luggage rack of her friend's car - it had ridden back from the mountains and around the pothole-ridden streets of Seattle for 2 days.

All my photos from the hike were intact, and, because I so love the world, or at least the blogosphere, I'm gonna post a bunch of them.

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Hiking/climbing companions Enzo Ferarri and Martha (neither one ours).  Enzo's very young, and has yet to develop a realistic sense of...proportion.

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I love digitalis. They were growing in clumps at the top of the trail.

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Mount Rainier peeks out from clouds, above the Cedar River reservoir.

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Cedar River Reservoir, source of Seattle's drinking water.


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So, after we filled our our truncated tests and revealed our truncated personalities, we broke into groups for a couple of exercises.  In one, we were presented with the following situation:

As a nurse, you are the last person to see Mr. Doe before he dies in the hospital.  You believe that he has become mentally incompetent in the last few hours and in that time he has rewritten his will.  In the new will he viciously attacks each member of his adopted family and reveals that he actually was born a woman.  He then cuts every family member out of the will, leaving his fortune to a Psychic Chatline.  Mr. Doe asks you to make sure that the new will gets to his lawyer.  Knowing that the document will most likely be thrown out of court but not before the damage to Mr. Doe's family is done, do you carry out Mr. Doe's last request?

My retentive response was to sit on the thing overnight in order to sort out the moral complications.  The other three at my table, not all of them Drivers, chorused "shred it".  In fact, that was the consensus throughout the entire room.  I felt I wouldn't/couldn't be so cavalier about rejecting the guy's wishes out of hand.  He may have been ranting and a bit delirious, but the impetus for his action came from somewhere.  And I didn't even notice the "adopted" adjective to "family" until I typed this out.  Meanwhile, another consensus developed in the room that the nurse screwed up by not getting named beneficiary him/herself.

In the other exercise, each table was presented with a bag of all kinds of stuff - construction paper, plastic coffee stirrers, a floppy diskette, glue, duct tape - and told that we had to use the stuff to build a house in 3 minutes.  I started laying out a foundation and said, "we need a plan.  Any ideas?"  The Driver at the table, meanwhile, folded up a piece of construction paper to form a roof and two sides and looked at us as if we were finished.  I decided, "screw it", and the rest of the time the other two spent taping stuff to the construction paper.

Then each table described its process.  At the table next to us, they told how they agonized a little about some detail, and a fellow named Hector said, "I just told them it didn't have to be perfect."  Everyone looked at Hector for a couple seconds, then a few chuckles broke out.  Hector is the head of the Quality Control department.


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