Filed under: Travel pieces | Tags: Lake Union, Nirvana, Seattle, The Space Needle, travel article, travel review
Maritime. Navigating water and hills to find your way along winding roads between neighborhoods that sit atop hills or at their base, called Queen Anne, Capitol Hill, Belltown, Madison Park, Ravenna, the U District, Fremont, Phinney Ridge…boats, barges, ferries, sailboats, sea planes over head, draw bridges, the smell of the sea. The homeless fishing off of the piers for their food. Crisp, wet air. Oak trees, fir trees, wet asphalt. Skies an oppressive, low-hanging grey for most of the year, erupting in a veritable Garden of Eden for the summer. Families, animals, water, parks. Native American names on suburbs and Chief Seattle. Hip cafes, restaurants, barber shops and music shops. Recycling everywhere. Cooperative food markets. Earnest, well-meaning people with hippie delusions even as they are living the lives of Yuppies. Political correctness that often borders on fascism. Amazing beer and coffee. Great Japanese and Thai restaurants. Fine dining meaning that you wear your good fleece out for dinner. Rules abound for swimming, kayaking, canoeing in the various lakes. Live music in small and large revues. The best outdoor store in the world with a climbing wall and lifetime guarantee on its products. A huge pink elephant on Denny Street. Hanging underground gardens. The space needle slowing rotating.
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Victoria Jelinek 
How on earth did I miss the pink elephant?
Comment by MJRS September 18, 2010 @ 2:15 pmBrings tears to the eyes– laughter actually, cause ‘Earnest, well-meaning people with hippie delusions even as they are living the lives of Yuppies’ is so accurate, and I am one of them, that all I can do is laugh at the reality. Now, let me get back to my $15 bowl of organic, locally made granola!
Comment by Simonthelion October 13, 2010 @ 10:51 pm