Not long ago, I called an old friend
on the spur of the moment
and made arrangements to meet for a field trip.
Even with the vagaries of Seattle-area traffic
I was only three minutes later than I'd promised,
but it took another five to find each other
in a commuter lot.
We made it to our destination just fine,
despite a multitude of tourists on a sunny day,
and had a nice meander and lots of time to talk.
Our lunch plans, however, went into flux
when we discovered a mile-long backup
to get to the little town where we'd thought go
to grab a bite,
so my friend suggested a town several miles away.
There was no waiting at all
at her secret little place
and this was our view.