When driving to Seattle from Bellingham in nice weather, it is impossible to be in so much of a hurry that the speed of I-5 is preferable to the greatness that is Chuckanut Drive. Say Seattlest was snowboarding at Baker. We lose an edge and knock our head on a tree, and then while we're lying there seeing stars someone comes speeding past and skis right through our carotid artery. We have to get to......