The Cedar River starts high in the Cascade Mountains near Yakima Pass. It’s pristine snow pack waters are stored in Chester Morris Lake above Landsburg and continues down the western slopes to Maple Valley then heads northwest several miles through downtown Renton into the southern end of Lake Washington. About 45 miles altogether.
It’s been Seattle’s (and Renton’s) primary water supply since 1901. The watershed is a beautiful high mountain 91,400 acres of protected land owned by the City of Seattle. There’s a lot of fascinating history about this little river and the changes put upon her by our pioneers.
Today I celebrate its wonder.
I love to (and don’t often enough) go for walks through town and catch the trail to the Lake. When I was a kid, before the park, I went fishing here with my Grandpa and Uncle George. With my childhood pals we inner-tubed it in the summertime, rented boats on it and rowed out into the lake. We skipped a lot of river rocks and mid September watched the salmon run. I caught my share of crawdads then, back in the day.
Let me not forget that downtown bridge once famous for kissing girls. And lost loves with broken hearts, tossing 'go steady' rings into the water from above.
I’m not sure what got me thinking, but a list I ran. For much of my life the Cedar has blessed me with its water. I drink it, make coffee, and in it my daily shower. I wash my clothes and cook with it, water my lawn, garden and flowers. I brush my teeth and wash my cars. We freeze it for ice and made Kool Aid, and beat the summers heat running through sprinklers.
What might this have to do with real estate? Why everything, when a river runs through it.