Though here's what it looks like at the other end, maybe they'll do some sort of landscaping.
The normal view I've been getting the photo of.
I walked past guys working on putting up a fence on that new section of trail and figured I may as well head back via the road I parked on, allowing for a couple of different views. I never really noticed this nice grassy area with trees between the houses and the railroad tracks. Some of the houses will have pretty nice views.
The entrance to the neighborhood. I've been seeing the back of this sign for a weeks now, this is the first time I saw the front.
I may have mentioned it before, but I think it would be so cool to get a building like this, leave it looking the same on the outside, but renovate the inside so it was very luxurious. I suppose this is a dream of mine because I was a kid in the '80s, and watching movies like Quicksilver and The Fly made me think that when I was an adult, there'd be tons of warehouse-style apartments to rent and buy when I grew up. And that every nightclub would have an alley entrance with neon signs. Ha.
Another view of the neighborhood from higher up the hill.
Since I walked back on the road, I was able to stop for a bathroom break at Lowell Park and follow its short trails. It was really pretty there today.
3.9 miles in 1:10, 8,060 steps, 112ft gain
A shorter, quicker walk than I'm used to, but I'm glad I did it because that freed up the afternoon for a lunch out. I wore my new shirt.
I ended up at a Greek place in Mukilteo, which was really good. I especially liked the fries.
From where I sat in the restaurant, I could see a really beautiful tree across the street and over a bit. This is close to the picture I really wanted to get, but it didn't come out at all.
This is what I ended up with.
I don't normally drink sugary things unless there's booze involved, but this looked so good, I had to go in for one.
And here are the boys being very cute today.
As adorable as they're being, Steve was also a brat today. He wouldn't eat much of his lunch, which is a problem because now that Sam's on prescription food, we can't leave Steve's laying around. Then later on, he snuck into garage, crawled under a cart, and put his dirty paws on my clean shirt when I picked him up. Jerk.