Having fun roadtrippin’ in Seattle, visiting the Fremont Troll

This past summer, one of my best friends and I set on a road trip in my car, whom I affectionately call “Betsey”. I’d been wanting to take this trip for years. I’d done the south-bound trip on the I-5 in California far too many times, and wanted something different. With the windows rolled down, the wind haphazardly blowing our hair, and the radio blasting in our ears, we headed north for unexplored horizons. The seemingly endless span of landscape rolled out before our eyes, like a red carpet- bringing us face-to-face with the meaning of life. It was a revitalizing journey, taking me out of my exponentially shrinking box, showing me the beauty of nature, and bringing me ever closer to one of my very best friends.

Our first stop was Portland, which I was (and still am) obsessed with for many reasons. We both left there with tattoos, done by the amazing Martians, and an excitement for what was yet to come. After a brief stop in southern Washington, we drove into Seattle. It was my second time there, and I was happy to see that the city was still as cool as it had been in 2010. Since I’d already been there, I told my friend she could plan our itinerary there. My only two requests: 1. See the city from the top of the Space Needle, which I hadn’t managed to do the first time around, and 2. To revisit the Fremont Troll.

Both of my wishes came true, and as the photo portrays, I was pretty damn excited about visiting the troll again. It was like visiting an old friend again, but with a new set of circumstances, and a new view of life. Only three years had passed, but it seemed like an eternity. I don’t know why I love this troll- strangely located underneath a freeway in the Fremont District, crushing a VW Bug- but I do. I can’t wait to visit him again.