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We also got to see the Mariners clubhouse, including the candy stash in the stadium manager’s office. Apparently pro ball players have incredible sweet tooths.
This was the press box, where occasionally foul balls do some damage. Instead of being repaired, they are left like badges of honor.
Another cool spot was the roof, where we could see the mechanism for the retractable roof that can be moved over the field. In a rainy area like Seattle, this is a necessity, or you’d never play out the full season.
Once the tours were over (we all seemed to enjoy them equally), we walked a couple of blocks to the
Klondike Gold Rush National Historic Site museum. This historic site has one visitor center in Seattle and another in Skagway, Alaska. It commemorates the gold rush explorers who traveled from Seattle through Alaska and the Yukon Territories on the famous Klondike trail, hoping to make their fortune in gold. Most of their efforts didn’t pan out. Pun fully intended.
We spent a good 5-10 minutes there, taking a hasty look at the museum displays and getting a quick stamp in our National Park passport.
In all honesty, the museum looked very well done, and we wished we’d had the time to give its proper due.
But we had to leave, because we needed to chow down on our PB&J sandwiches we’d packed and get on the light rail. The stadium parking lot was cheaper than any downtown lot, so we left the van there and took the light rail to Westlake Center. Then we walked up a few flights of stairs and got on the
monorail.
Seattle is one of only 3 cities to have a monorail in use as a daily transit system. The others are Jacksonville, Florida and Las Vegas, NV (although Las Vegas connects casinos that are not on the main drag, the monorail doesn’t actually enter the city). All of the others in the country are either at airports or amusement parks. Still, our vacation Handbook states “If there is a monorail, you must ride the monorail.” So, we did. (Sorry, I didn’t get a good picture of the train.)
There are only two stops: downtown and Seattle Center, where most of the tourist attractions are. It’s only about a mile long and has been operating since 1962, when it opened for the World’s Fair. It was $3 for adults and $1.50 for the kids (one way). Between that and the light rail, it probably broke even between that and parking our van downtown. But I bet our way was more fun.
The reason we had to leave the Klondike museum so quickly was because we had bought tickets with a timed entry for the Space Needle. They offered a small discount if you bought them as a package with the Chihuly Glass Museum next door (highly recommended by pkondz), so we went ahead and got the package deal.
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Space Needle was up first. Many of you probably think this is an overpriced tourist trap that is overly crowded and not worth the time, crowds and money for what ultimately ends up being 10-15 minutes of a nice view.
And you are correct. However, we are tourists, and have been in surprisingly few tall towers in the course of our journeys. The Space Needle is a world-famous tower and a cool-looking building, too. So we felt like we’d pay the money to do it once, just to say we did it. It’s probably not something we would do every time we visited Seattle. Unless it’s like 30 years before we come back.
The Space Needle also opened for the World’s Fair in 1962 after a year of construction in which not a soul was lost despite the dangerous nature of the job. It’s 605 ft (184m) high, but the observation deck is at 520 ft (160 m). The elevators travel along the outside of the tower and have windows, so you can get a view of the city as you ascend or descend.
How come they don’t have World’s Fairs anymore? I feel like I’m missing out by never having seen one. They sound like they would appeal to my nerdy side.
Whenever you buy a ticket with a “timed entry” you know the crowds are being controlled so that everyone proceeds in an orderly fashion and the attraction never gets overwhelm—HAHAHAHAHAHA
Sorry, I couldn’t finish that with a straight face. The timed entry means that you have to wait until a certain time before you can enter the actual line, which is longer than the average DMV.
It took about 45 minutes to get inside the tower, go through an airport-style security checkpoint, and then reach the obligatory cheesy green-screen photo area where you all smile and on the count of three say, “We’re not buying theeeeeese!”
We finally got into the elevator and rode to the top. I will say this: it’s a great view from up there. You can go outside on the observation deck, where nothing is separating you from a 520-foot fall except a sheet of plexiglass leaning away from you at an angle.
Of course, you can lean against it. Not everyone was willing to do that.
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