Every year on St. Patrick's Day, I walk from Seattle to my mother-in-law's house in Everett. The distance is no worry, but the pavement is rougher on the soles of the feet than any trail. Earlier posts from this walk are here, here, and here, and here, and also here. Here's what I saw today.
A little moss on the roof? Can you believe that only a few years ago idiot RE speculators were waiving inspections on their darling little $400K Seattle debt traps? This one on 145th Street is a teardown.
Hideous monstrosity a few miles north in Shoreline. American dream!
Here is a high-end house underway on Olympic View Drive in north Edmonds. It has a view and is made of real wood plywood instead of chipboard. Maybe they should leave the cedar shingles off to show off the plywood.
Or is this the house?
$300K buys this building in the dead space between Edmonds and Lynnwood. Perhaps asset inflation can kindle animal spirits and provide some sort of George Gilder supply-side miracle on this one. Onward recovery!
Of course, across the street is an empty, failed strip mall. Someone built it several years ago, and it has yet to find a tenant.
Crossing WA 526 -- the Boeing Freeway -- on a pedestrian overpass. I can almost smell the corned-beef.
Watching Aguirre, The Wrath of God tonight, easily one of my all-time favorite movies. I still can't believe Herzog made this film. I can't believe Herzog made this film without killing half the cast.