It’s worth the trip, I promise. I grew up in Phoenix so I didn’t see it for a long time. It’s nuts. It absorbs sound really well, so after fresh snowfall, everything is so quiet it’s surreal. And then you hear the sound and sensation of walking through it, which is an experience in and of itself.
It can also feel a bit eerie. Being one of the few people downtown in Seattle after a big snow is creepily silent. The random people cross country skiing to get around almost seem to sneak up behind you. When you see people snowmobiling down 1st Ave, you start to wonder if the world has ended.
It’s worth the trip, I promise. I grew up in Phoenix so I didn’t see it for a long time. It’s nuts. It absorbs sound really well, so after fresh snowfall, everything is so quiet it’s surreal. And then you hear the sound and sensation of walking through it, which is an experience in and of itself.
There is absolutely nothing more amazing than an early morning walk after a fresh snowfall.
The whole world seems better in those few hours before people wake up and ruin it.
Go walk around a snowfall where the snow is that fluffy and light type of snow, it’s even quieter IMO than after a snowfall. It’s an odd feeling.
It can also feel a bit eerie. Being one of the few people downtown in Seattle after a big snow is creepily silent. The random people cross country skiing to get around almost seem to sneak up behind you. When you see people snowmobiling down 1st Ave, you start to wonder if the world has ended.