Before heading up to Bellingham to visit my Dad, my sister had the excellent idea of visiting Pike Place Market in Seattle. It's been about ten years since my last visit.
Even at a very early hour the place was bustling, with the restaurants still opening up the but flower and produce vendors in full swing.
My nephew didn't believe me when I told him we were going to watch a dude throw a big fish to another dude. We saw it, but unfortunately my shot didn't come out very well.
Time very well spent, to say the least.