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Tuesday, September 19, 2000

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Walking the Everett volkswalk

Mike went to work and Lauri and Aurora went to visit a friend and then to the airport as Aurora flew home today so I decided to go on a volkswalk. I took the Community Transit #170, which stops right outside my son's apartment complex, down to the Mukilteo ferry. I watched a ferry leave and then took the Everett #23 bus to downtown Everett and Everett #6 bus north to Providence Medical Center on Colby.

After finding the walkbox I went north past a giant chair in a yard next to the medical center and lovely gardens with flowers, to where the land bend east and then took a sharp left turn and followed WA-525 south along the waterfront. This is very industrial area and most of it isn't what most people call scenic, in fact when asking about the walk on the internet one person did say it wasn't her favorite walk as it went through an industrial area.

I enjoy walking through industrial areas as long as I don't feel unsafe, and I didn't here, as this is what towns are built on and to only see the pretty parts is really seeing a town. Besides I admire what people have accomplished, often under very difficult conditions. There are little waterfront parks with benches to sit at. At the north end was quite a bit of lumber floating in the water, but some looked pretty old so I don't know if it's used much anymore.

Further on down I came to a marina, Port Everett and/or Port Gardner (I saw signs for both) and followed a boardwalk out toward the sound, admiring the boats. Next to it was a Navy Base. There was an open gate with a bus stop nearby and a sign on the fence that you could come in to wait for the bus and another sign that said this area was patrolled by dog teams. It didn't sound very welcoming.

Along the waterfront I had the water on my right and on my left, past the road and the railroad, was a steep cliff with houses way up high. They looked rather precarious. Just past the Navy Yard the walk took me up and over the cliff and then doubled back so I was walking north again along the top and looking down.

I followed a street with old victorian houses on steep plots of land. Some of the houses on the east side had twenty steps going up to the front door and on the west the land dropped sharply behind the houses. I went through a park that looked down on the waterfront with benches and flowers. It was a good view of the whole distance I'd walked. As I went north the houses became more grand and beautiful. Most of them seem to have been kept up and look very nice.

Soon I'd walked most of the distance back and I turned east and back to the hospital. This is a very nice walk and a nice change from the ones that just go through pretty areas. This had a nice blend of pretty and gritty. I liked it.

I took the buses back to the apartment. At downtown Everett I handed the driver my transfer and she looked at it funny and said it wasn't their's and it was out of date. It was a Sacramento transfer from last June and this was the first time I'd worn that jacket since then because Tucson is too hot in the summer to need a jacket. I found the right one and felt a bit embarrassed.

We watched the Olympics again and talked. Why is there so little to say about just sitting and talking with family and friends? I also finished reading "Bimbos of the Red Sun" by Sharyn McCrumb. This is a departure from her usual mystery but not from her humor. It follows an engineering professor who writes a science fiction book and ends up at a science fiction convention trying to sell a few copies. He gets involved with trekkies, fantasy game players and people who live better if they stay away from reality. The murder of a science fiction writer who has alienated everyone who he's come in contact whitch stirs the mix of insanity and hilarity to make a great read. Since my son is an engineer, reads a lot of science fiction and goes to scifi conventions, I told him he should read it.

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