Path of Louise Boren

You walk down 19th Ave and head north, through the neighborhoods of mansions and pines. You come upon Interlaken and are dumbstruck at its deep forests and ravines. Your worn shoes have seen many paths these days, this year, but the Boren path leads zigzag up a sharp slope of ferns and towering mossy trees. Irresistible. Its sunny and you are tanned and smiling. Here is what you wrote at the summit, smoking a joint, one summer:


"Walked up the path of Louise Boren. Winding thru Pacific Northwest rainforest, of mossy evergreens and fern-covered slopes, the path reaches its apex somewhere south of the mouth of the canal into Lake Union. I am sitting on a log, looking out across a view of distant houses and tree-lined hills, and a canopy of green foliage rolls out underneath me. Absolutely beautiful.
"The path was fairly difficult and steep with rough wooden stairs at places. I had found it [the path] after crossing the tall-treed forests of Interlaken. I suppose that I'm ontop of an extension of Madrona hill. And now, maybe I roll a small joint in celebration of my new discovery [ink suddenly runs out] [scratched on:] damn pen."


You walk all the way home, thirsty till you stop for a soda, and sweating. You come home and draw. Then you drink, then you write. ahem.

Interlaken Ley Line