JUNE 3, 2019
Discovery Park Shenanigans
Mom and Dad,
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Here's your weekly off-brand National Geographic newsletter.
This past week has again been full of more and more applications. On the plus side, I have an informational interview coming up this Sunday with Ethan at the TKWA Pacific office, and then on Monday another with Myer at Weber Thompson. The later is a connection from Ariel who I am hoping to get some leads with. I am not expecting as much from Ethan.
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In other Seattle news, I now have a roommate. He is currently unpacking after a busy weekend of adventure. As for me, I am likewise working on more applications today after a weekend of adventure and a quick trip to the library this afternoon to pick up a hold. Asides for the photos, I also have the slight sunburn to prove such with now staggering tanlines marking different rounds of adventure up and down my arms.
This is likely to turn into a weekly newsletter with imagery from my many hikes. It seems to be a hobby I am taking up as of recent since it is free and includes beautiful walks through nature. The challenge of getting up hills here is fun. When I say hills, I will preface this past Sunday by saying my watch gathered that I did around 829 vertical feet that day of uphills. I'm not sure how many times up the hill on Buckeye that equates to, but I'm sure it's a few.
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Least to say, my legs are sore today, and my arms and forehead warm.
But hey, here's the beautiful pictures. This weekend entailed roaming around Discovery Park on Sunday. Located just west of Magnolia and Queen Anne, Discovery Park is a 534 acre park in the city of Seattle. Once you are in the middle of the trails, the only thing that really reminds you that you are in fact in Seattle is the hundreds of others on the trails with you. Were it not for that, you would think you'd gotten lost in rural Washington (or so I have to speculate). It is pleasantly quiet there. Since it is on the west coast of Seattle, beaches are on Puget Sound, so views vary from being of the Olympic Mountain Range, Bainbridge Island, West Seattle, the Industrial area of Seattle, and Mt. Rainier. Nothing shabby to say the least.
I stumbled into this view, and was stunned and giggled like a child. This is looking towards the north, and the coast in the distance on the left is not Bainbridge Island.
The ferns here are huge. These are relatively small ones.
Mt. Rainier, again. You're not going to stop getting pictures of it, and it never gets old, or so I heard what I am assuming are locals say.
On the north beach, headed south. The amount of dead crabs is both sad, yet impressive. Faintly, off in the distance just above Bainbridge Island (the dark part of the horizon line), you can see the Olympic Range.
Puget Sound, boats, Bainbridge Island, and the Olympic range in the distance again.
I took the bus to Ballard, crossed the bays at the locks, and then went to Discovery Park from there. This art was on the way. The Death before decaf is a very real statement for me.
In other news, Bryce got Steven and I plants as housewarming gifts. Pray for my plant, it is in peril in my hands. Hope that I remember to water it. The last plant I had I forgot to water for 3 months before I looked at it, and the thought crossed my mind. This is a big step up from pet rocks. I have also spent a little bit of time learning how to pronounce Washington cities and names, as it turns out, my former pronounciation of places like Spokane, Puyallup, Skamokawa, and Sequim were very off. Especially the last. Fun fact, Des Moines, WA decided to keep the pronounciation of the s at the end of Moines because it wanted to be different from the Iowa version. At least until the 1970's when the s was legally silenced, except people still pronounce it with the s.
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I'm thinking on the docket for next weekend is the Washington Arboredum just south of the Montlake Cut from campus. It looks big, and like it needs exploration. At only an hour's walk away, it's relatively close. Stay tuned for when this newsletter comes in next week to find out what I decide!
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From Seattle, With Love,
Erin