Mt. Rainier is around 2.5 hours drive from Seattle. However, if you don’t hike or ski then the primary source of enjoyment on the trip has to be the glorious vistas on your way to the various famous view points. One late sunny morning, 10 of us piled into 2 cars and punched in the address to the Visitor centre of Mt Rainier. The picturesque drive starts much before you reach the mountain summit, but prepare for slow moving traffic.…
Oh mighty mountains! You make me seem so small, I stare at you in awe, whilst you sit out there so tall. I wish that I could be as immortal as you are, But I am only human, I cannot be at par. Our Guest Writer Yangchen Bhutia shares her love for the mighty mountains.. Tell me how it is to witness everything, From adam and his eve, to every human being? You must have seen many kingdoms rise and…
Taxi driver – “Engay, madam?” Me and my colleagues (not having a clue of what he just said) – “Bhaiya, we want to go to RS Puram, Forest College.” Taxi driver – “Aww-pposite GCT, madam?” Me – “RS Puram, bhaiya… State Forest College!” Taxi driver – “Wo-kay wo-kay, madam… wo-kay!” Join Writersbrew guest writer Yangchen Bhutia as she and her friends learn Tamil.. konjim konjim.. This was the first interaction we had with any “Anna”… well, we did not know we had to…
In 1907 when most realtors were focused on the prospects of lands in Seattle downtown areas, millionaire Henry Whitney Treat discovered the potential of the Ballard waterfront. He named this settlement and nearby railways after his youngest daughter. Near the end of his trolley line, he established the Golden Gardens Park to encourage people to step out of the town and discover the joy of a picnic on the beach. It wouldn’t hurt that on the way they would see all this…
We had taken the ferry over to Bainbridge Island. It was an unusually hot day. Every where there were sweating faces, the sun was high overhead and the air was still. We were on the island; what next? The museum sounded boring and it was simply too hot for a hike, so we decided on a walk down a sorrowful past. The Japanese American Exclusion Memorial. It was right at this site that the Japanese settled in and around this area of North…
Come Fall in love with yourself! Right in the middle of my hustle bustle monotonous life, I was met with this charming peaceful place. It was just me and miles and miles of quiet. A place to just be yourself, think whatever you want to. A place where the mind actually knows how to rest and live in the moment. A place which can be enjoyed equally alone or with that special someone. Even if you don’t talk, you are…
What hits me first are the sounds of Pike Place Market. A constant hum of chatter of hawkers and gawkers. This is followed by the riot of colors that the eyes register even though the old worn out buildings have a muffled air and dispersed light somehow managing to find a way in. Flowers, fish, leather, paintings, scarves, vegetables in their vibrant raw beauty. Then comes the smells of fish (wrinkling nose here), coffee (freshly brewed in styrofoam cups), roses (and…
There are several lakes around and in Seattle. Rain, that has become a hallmark of this place. And even more water from the Pacific Ocean. The Pacific Ocean seeps into the lands of Northwestern America through deep inlets making Seattle a busy port. These waterways were formed by the glaciers receding from the lands thousands of years ago leaving behind valleys where the ocean could flood in. In geography, a sound is a large sea or ocean inlet larger than…
My account of the drive to Leavenworth We have been to Leavenworth a few times before. I think of it as a quaint old sleepy town covered with snow, intriguing curio shops and inviting pubs and restaurants. So, I warned everyone with me to bundle up in jackets and sweaters and expect to feel cold. What I hadn’t planned for was the sunny day, bright flowers and happy tourists everywhere. Leavenworth is a few hours drive from Seattle. This tourist attraction is…
niels bohr wasn’t supposed to meet me at the university cultural centre or anywhere else for that matter. yet, there he was, “‘the opposite of profound truth may well be another profound truth,’ niels bohr.” the words were written across a wall of the ucc and i had to just stop, stare, and start laughing. such genius there. i had encountered the eminent scientist only once before, in my physics class in grade nine or ten and, naturally, done all…