Earlier this year on vacation with family, I got up every morning and went running on the beach. It sounds nice, but there’s no protection from the sun, your feet sink into the sand, and though the scenery is beautiful, it doesn’t change and distract you from how many miles you have left to run.
Walks on the beach, I get. But I can’t wax poetic about running on the beach. Pioneer Park, however, is a sure-footed runner’s paradise.
After our return home, I was so happy to run again under the cool, shady canopy of the trees, breathing the Douglas Fir-oxygenated air, forgetting the distance as I hopped over tree roots and looked for the correct turns on my route. There are places in Pioneer Park where you feel far away from everything.
It’s also a place I love to explore with my boys and walk my dog. I’m sure I share this sentiment with the many hikers, runners, dog-walkers, bird watchers, and wanderers of this beautiful green space.
I do mention to my husband that if I don’t come home one of these days, he should check the ravine in case I lost my footing near its steep slope.
Yet I’ve always felt safe, and I’ve yet to be dive-bombed by a Barred Owl.
Sources and More Info
City of Mercer Island Website
Mercer Island History: From haunted wilderness to coveted community by Jane Meyer Brahm