I go to Alki Beach quite a bit at evening, as do lots of other people, but who knew that people wake up and go there in the morning too? It’s a couple blocks away from the house and I don’t usually want to wait that long for the first coffee of the day. This morning I practiced delayed gratification and walked to coffee. There are four or five coffee shops in the short stretch along the beach (because this is Seattle…) but I go to the one farthest away because my daughter would consider joining me later at this one. She gets coffee that comes from a particular farm in a particular country (more on that later) while I ask if they have Folgers.
All kinds of things were happening this morning, the most interesting being an open water boat race of some sort. I got there just minutes before the starting horn so boats were lining up along some imaginary line which wasn’t very straight. I guess they were going quite a distance so a few feet here and there wasn’t going to matter. Anything that could be paddled was eligible for this trek across the sound to a rock near some island and back again. Naturally, the scullers took off in the lead and the poor guys on paddleboards were bringing up the rear. It’s a cool, gray day with a light chop on the water and mist in the air.
Cyclists are out. Families with children wanting donuts are straggling in. Seattle dogs are out in numbers. The weekend is here. Happy Saturday everyone!
A boat line up (loosely so called)Sea Hawks fans ready for the dayA solitary pigeonSeattle dogs go for coffee
I’m a pretty good driver, really, just don’t talk to me while I’m driving. Lately, out here in Seattle, I’ve been driving a lot in the city – well, it’s all city. Yesterday on our way in to my daughter’s work I noticed we were nearly out of gas which is a scary condition to be in since you never know how long you might be going nowhere on the parking lots they call roads. I decided to drop her off and see if I could fill up before going in the parking garage.
Unlike the area in Florida where I come from, this city has no gas stations. Where do all these cars get fuel? I don’t know. I had seen one gas station on the street we normally took from the hospital to downtown so I headed toward it. That street is called Cherry.
For those of you who don’t know, downtown Seattle’s main streets running perpendicular to the waterfront and two streets starting with a J, two streets starting with a C, followed by two starting with M, then two with an S, then two with a U and finally two with a P. Some bright person made the acronym Jesus Christ Made Seattle Under Pressure to help them remember the order. I think it’s pretty obvious Jesus didn’t make Seattle, but that’s just my opinion.
So as I’m driving around trying to get to Cherry Street where I think the gas station is, I am encountering all kinds of unexpected one way prohibitions. There’s nothing more unnerving than rounding a corner and finding all the lanes of traffic full of cars facing you. It’s nice that people start waving their hands at you before you get too far. Just sayin’.
Finding Cherry wasn’t too hard but I thought I’d been transported to a different universe when it dead ended in the middle of a building complex. Nothing looked familiar. I would have stopped to look at my GPS to figure out what was going on BUT THERE IS NO PLACE TO STOP in Seattle, except at stop lights. All the lights are timed to turn green just before I get to Google maps. I have found that when I keep moving, trying to decide which lane to be in, which direction to turn, and how to not hit any of the hundreds of people crossing the street at every intersection I can really cover a lot of ground. So very soon, I had no idea where I was. But not to worry because I hadn’t run out of gas yet and, “thank you Lord”, ahead I saw a gas station.
Such relief. After a few minutes on my navigation app I found out that the Cherry Street I really wanted goes around a slight corner and becomes James Street in the downtown area. ,, I understand one more traffic puzzle now. I learn something new every day in Seattle. Now that I’m getting around pretty good, it’s almost time to go back to Florida…
Back to Race Trac and WaWa on every corner.
Back to roads that are horizontal instead of nearly vertical.
Back to where you only have to wait through one or two cycles of the traffic light to get through the intersection.
Back to where I’m not the oldest person on the road… just sayin’.
Cities… in spite of everything they aren’t, they certainly are a display of human ingenuity. Daily, as I sit in traffic (going nowhere fast) I marvel at the layering of highways on top of each other and over buildings, the tunnels, the bridges. This morning I parked four levels underground in the garage beneath the Russell Investment Center. When I go places like this, and like the Columbia Tower which is the tallest in the city, I try not to think too long about where I am lest I become anxious or claustrophobic or acrophobic.
So I came up from the parking garage, got my directional bearings again and went up to the 17th floor of the Russell Investment Center to wait a couple hours for my daughter’s work meeting to be finished. Besides the cafeteria, meeting rooms and lounges complete with TV and fireplaces the 17th floor has an outdoor area that is a marvel in itself. Calling it a patio doesn’t adequately describe it’s size. Part of this building is only 16 stories high and on it’s roof is the most amazing garden. The rest of the building continues up.
Who thinks of these things? To put mounds of dirt, trees and huge slabs of rock on top of a building probably isn’t any harder than making the building itself, but to think of doing it and making it beautiful is kind of an accomplishment. There is an almost unobstructed view of the city and the harbor in three directions. Today there is only a mild breeze, the sun is shining and the temperature is just right for enjoying the area. You do not need a pass to get there, but it is not crowded since it is mostly the people who work in the building who use it. I’m just sayin’ it is a great place to get a look at the city.
outdoor tables for employees having lunch
striking art objectsRocks in abundance, just not usually on the 17th floor of skyscrapersflowers, grass and trees – a real gardenWalk to the rail and look at the cityor check out the harbor and Puget Soundor sit inside, get some lunch, catch up on the news on tv
Don’t get me wrong, I love driving a car and there are those rushes of freedom it can give you. On the other hand there is a whole different kind of freedom that you feel when you don’t have to have one and can still get around. And this is especially true here in Seattle where you might end up spending as much to park your car as you do to own it.
My goal yesterday was to explore and use mass transit and foot power to do it. I started out by researching at www.metro.kingcounty.gov where I was able to access a trip planner and locations where I could buy an Orca pass. I started the day walking uphill (puff, puff…) to the Safeway Grocery on California Ave. where the transaction was processed. The pass costs $5 and I decided to put $30 on it toward transit fares. Now, anytime my husband or I come to Seattle we can ride the bus without having to search for the right amount of cash. It worked great on all the rides I took, even the ferry, and each time I had it scanned the remaining amount was displayed. I know I am going to like this system.
No fuss bus pass
My online trip planner gave me details on which bus to take and where to wait for it. It was only half a block away and I was only there a few minutes before a small bus pulled up. It wasn’t what I was expecting so I didn’t get in, but the driver wasn’t satisfied to see me standing there. She was my first really interesting encounter of the day. She had to know what bus I was waiting for and where I was going, after which she told me to get in or I would be waiting forever. She drove the water taxi, which she said was free. I didn’t argue. I got in.
This amazing driver went on to practically read the minds of people at all her stops, telling them which buses ran on weekends, where they could access them and how to get where they wanted to go. She had been driving her water taxi route for years and was a wealth of information. Water taxi’s are not well explained in the online trip planner (she told me this) and as you will see later, I still don’t understand them.
This ride took me around West Seattle with a great view across the water of downtown and the harbor. It ended at a business district called the Junction where I was to catch the C line to the Fauntleroy Ferry station. The C line is a bus on steroids. The vehicles are huge, sometimes double buses, and they are fast, serving commuters between major areas. I had to use my Orca pass for this ride – the scanner was on the bus.
Marathon man and others leaving the Vashon Ferry
It always works well for me when I’m not sure how to proceed, to pick someone who looks like they know what they’re doing and follow them. My victim this time was a man with a backpack who strode away from the Fauntleroy Ferry stop with confidence and headed toward the water. A backpack in the city can mean you’re homeless or you’re simply a person without a car to carry all your stuff. This guy looked fit so I assumed he might be the latter. I was right, as my conversation with “Mr. 15 Boston Marathon runner” later revealed. He probably had a car but he hardly ever uses it, preferring to run/bus to his lawyer job and his weekend home on Vashon Island. He had already done his 9 miles that morning.
We walked onto the Issaquah ferry, again using the Orca pass at the turnstile scanner. What a beautiful day to be out on the water! The crossing took only 20 minutes, start to finish, and was super relaxing.
On the ferry to Vashon Island Lot on Vashon where you can park your car… or your deer.
Vashon is not a suburban area. It is more like country. I walked uphill a short ways to a parking lot but there were no business districts close by (there were deer strolling between parked cars) and it was time for me to find food before heading back. Easy to find, because it was the only one, was the Family Mexican Restaurant at the ferry dock, right on the beach. This is what I ate and it was good.
Super nachos. Yes, I would do again. An interesting view while dining.
The ride back to West Seattle was a mirror image of the ride to Vashon. Passage on the ferry is bought round trip and there are no pay stations on Vashon so I just walked on the boat with the other foot and bicycle passengers. And thinking to backtrack the same route I had taken, I boarded the C line bus again. The Orca pass can also be scanned at some bus stops, before boarding the bus. I guess this is to save time at the busiest places?
Although this bus was headed in the direction I wanted to go, I may have gotten off too early. The sign at the stop indicated that the water taxi picked up there, and the schedule online said it came every half hour on Sundays, but after more than an hour of reading my Kindle, there still was no water taxi. Thankfully these days we have smart phones with GPS and if we are smart enough to use them they will point us in the right direction.
After walking to a familiar intersection, I gave up on the bus altogether and walked all the way home. Such a nice day, why not? I was able to finish my route by coming down through Schmitz Park, an awesome forest in the midst of a city. According to my fitness app, again on my smartphone, this was my best day of exercise for a long time, 13,500 steps or about 6 miles. I had a great time and saw a lot of West Seattle. Just sayin’, walking is still a reasonable way to get around (if you’re not in a hurry).
If you’ve had an interesting walk lately, where was it?
It’s right in the midst of a city and thousands go past it every day without even seeing it. It’s Schmitz Park in West Seattle and it’s one of the first places I walk when I visit my daughter. One of the entrances to this park is on the hillside above her house. The wide path passes under major streets as they descend to the waterfront. At other points it is high above the city looking out over the sound. But most of it is in the midst of an old growth forest full of clear springs, lush vegetation and towering trees. A lot of the paths are well traveled and I meet a lot of others walking their dogs or on bikes. Gradually the paths narrow and get steeper, and less maintained. Trees fall across the path and are left there, either because they are too difficult to remove or because they are intended to be a natural barrier. When Charlie the dog is with me, I have to lift him over some of the log jams, and the climb makes us both breathless. If we are persistent we come out on top of the ridge overlooking Alki Beach, almost in someone’s back yard. Then we take the easy way down, on the streets where the view is not obscured and we also have beautiful yards and gardens to look at. Take a virtual walk through this beautiful place with me…
Enter the park with a bit of history. Trees soon cover the path with shade and silhouettes
Beautiful greenness everywhereee The ground is usually damp with seepage from the many springs and books. Old growth of several different kinds of trees can be seen… Towering is a word that comes to mind often And then there are the fallen. and even they spur the imagination. A hobitt tree The path gets almost obscured and very vertical… And emerges here… outside the forest in a residential neighborhood clinging to the side of a ridge. A whole different knd of beauty is on display all the way to sea level.
This sunset was so awesome. I couldn’t stop taking pictures of it.
I will start with the good time. While in Seattle I got to visit the Columbia Building with daughter Esther. This qualified as an adventure up in the air because I actually saw airplanes going toward SeaTac on about our level. It was above the Space Needle and every other high building in the city, actually made all the rest look small. What a great view of the city, the harbor and the surrounding geography! We had a special invite to happy hour at the Tower Club – thank you Duncan – and it was a great experience. To relax with some great food and drink and conversation, all the while getting to look at this.
I mean it, I couldn’t stop.I did not stop.
The appetizers we shared were large enough to serve as our meal. We had lemon risotto, garlic mashed potatoes with buerre blanc and asparagus on one plate and quinoa with roasted tomatoes, glazed carrots and squash with kale and herb sauce on the other. Delicious. Duncan was very creative with the drink he made Esther, using rhubarb liqueur and egg white. He is the lead bartender at the Tower Club and did such a great job of making us feel welcome. His parting advice to us was to make sure we visited the Ladies Room (even he had been there). And the pics will show you why…
This was so, so good!As was this!
Yeah, this was the Ladies Room view.I couldn’t resist the mirror shot…
Don’t you love this sunset?!The flight home from Seattle was the bad time up in the air. I won’t mention the airline because I don’t think it was their fault. It was a “red eye” flight. I was tired and wanted to sleep. I had a middle seat between two strangers and as I usually do I said a few words just to let them know they had permission to speak with me if they wanted to. I got a one word answer from one of them and that was the only exchange for the rest of the flight. We all wanted to sleep, including the people in front of us who promptly reclined their seats. I mention this because once that seat back was reclined I found I could no longer reach my bag which was at my feet. My arms weren’t long enough. And this became problematic when around 3 am I got a headache that made my whole face hurt and needed some headache relief medicine from my bag. And to make things worse, it was really warm in the cabin. I don’t know if they did that on purpose or maybe I just worked up a sweat trying to get my bag without lying my head down in someone’s lap. Crashing headache, claustrophobia, heat wave and a developing nausea – perfect conditions for sleeping. I was so glad to get off that plane, 5 hours later in Atlanta.
I took a couple Excedrin and started to feel the pain go away on the second flight, but by then I was having headache hallucinations – thinking I was eating my airplane snack while I was really sleeping. It was very strange. But now at home and after a good nap, I feel none the worse for the experience. Travel, you never know what’s going to be next. Just saying’…