Oh but it was. Through Seattle it's rush hour all day long. Coming home I saw there was a bad collision by our freeway exit so we took a back way. Hard to believe this ate up 8 full hours but oh well... we (as opposed to me) had little on our plates to do today and it helped a friend who's helped us in the past.
My friend told me of what she called “ The Tacoma aroma “ after I told her my strongest memory of Olympia was the smell. Breweries or paper mills I don’t remember. Is this still a common phrase up in Seattle?