We got off pretty easy, during this Year of the Pandemic. Our trip to Florida was finished before travel became a concern. Some of Alex’s work for the Washington State Medical Quality Assurance Board required physical attendance, but that part was done by January. (Her visit to Tukwila provided an opportunity for her spouse to try indoor skydiving, as reported earlier.)
With no social or professional obligations, we figured that we would be able to eliminate almost all possibility of infection, so we started getting all our meals or groceries delivered. We did enjoy Washington’s “fresh air and exercise” exemption, perhaps more than advisable for us vulnerable, treatment-intensive oldsters; but otherwise we were pretty strict about self-isolation.
During the times when the transmission rates were low, we enjoyed walking down to the waterfront in the evenings. But cycling always seemed safer. When the Cascade Bicycle Club announced that its annual Seattle-to-Portland ride would be “virtual” this year — and that one would have eighteen extra days to cover the 200-plus miles, on any chosen course — we recognized what might be our only chance to secure bragging rights for this event The unusual format was handy in other ways — we were able to combine other errands, like plastic bag recycling. Here’s Alex pausing to pick up a couple weeks’ worth of nearly-contactless bagels.
It’s a good thing we got our biking done — and our mask-wearing perfected, because the end of summer brought another respiratory challenge, with smoke and ash from West Coast wildfires, some of them here in Western Washington. Outside air was “hazardous” for days on end.