The Duwamish Slough is a big messy place with a lot of interesting industrial activity. I go to work in a completely character free office park on the edge of the water – to get there I have to go over a drawbridge, across a lot of train tracks, between a crowd of semi-trucks in various states of loading and unloading.
And in the water, there are all kinds of things happening too. I watched a 60ish gent pull up in a battered blue van, the kind your drug dealer might drive if you were buying drugs in 1978, not that I would know anything about that. He walked an extremely tiny dog up to the pier and opened the gate to the yacht harbor. There’s a huge barge piled high with I don’t know what – it’s tied up adjacent to the cement factory. There are dozens of tug boats, sometimes they’re pulling a load, other times they’re cruising along solo, sometimes they’re escorting a container ship to the dock.
Every morning when I cross the bridge I face the Matson liner – I think she leaves weekly for Honolulu. She’s empty, she’s full, she’s empty, she’s full, the containers get stacked up like lego bricks, then she’s gone and back again. I get seasick something terrible, but not a day goes by that I don’t wish I was on her, sliding across the Pacific to Hawaii.
Wave across the waterway at me!
I love that you pay attention to and appreciate what goes on around you on the way to work. Too many people are blind to the excitement of the world at large.