The City of Grunge, Rain and Sleeplessness
Waiting for the weather to improve, we use the two weather days we have in stock. We decide to go to Seattle, the city of Kurt Cobain, Trump haters and legal weed. We leave Forks and have breakfast in Port Angeles in a classic American diner with red-velvet benches and jukeboxes. Coffee refills, hash browns, scrambled eggs and bacon. We take Interstate US 101 east via Clallam and Jefferson Counties to the ferry from Bainbridge Island. Seattle – the first and so far the only American city I have managed to see.