The Wife™ and I are packing our bags, heading to the west coast for a few days. I have the pleasure of being the best man in a friend’s wedding in Vancouver this weekend and we’re adding on a few days of sightseeing to be able to wash The ‘Tucky off soak up some real culture in Seattle and British Columbia.

The biggest thing I’m looking forward to? No, it’s not the airplane peanuts, the people movers or the inevitable, obsessive searching for wild moose. No, I’m stoked that tomorrow the high in Seattle is slated to be 70°. 70°, as in THIRTY ENTIRE DEGREES cooler than it is here. Word has it that it’ll be 245°F while we’re gone. That might be a rumor though.

So while we traipse up and down the left coast, hopefully capturing a few photographs that involve something other than The Dog™, I hope everyone has a good weekend. If the hotel has an onramp to the interweb I’ll get a FTILFF posted on Friday. Who knows. Hell, it’s Seattle. They probably have a Starbucks INSIDE our room, so there’s a good chance I’ll be able to post.

Stay cool. (and I don’t mean that in a “revival of 30s-era Jazz slang” sense either—literally, try not to burst into flames)