Almost Heaven … West Seattle

Yesterday, I had a couple of hours left on my Zipcar rental, so I decided to take a short trip to the “other” Seattle. West Seattle. Home of Eddie Vedder, Mark Arm, Matt Lukin, and an ambiguously gay junkie named Trent.

I don’t get out to West Seattle as often as I would like, but when I do make it to the other side, I’m reminded that it’s quite possibly the most beautiful of all of Seattle’s unofficial boroughs. The Olympic Mountains to the west, the glistening Puget Sound to the north, and a slice of Manhattan sitting just offshore to the east. If it weren’t for its unfortunate proximity to Burien, West Seattle might just be the most attractive place on god’s green earth.

I spent the afternoon cruising California Avenue, hanging out in Hamilton Park, and taking a few photographs. It was a nice getaway from the controlled chaos of the city center.

If it’s been awhile since you’ve visited West Seattle, then do yourself a favor and get back across the bridge for a few hours. The view is unbeatable, hipsters are fewer, and Trent is offering a free handjob with every Dilaudid purchase from now through the end of September.

If you’re still not convinced, consider this:

Any place that John Denver writes a song about has got to be pretty cool.