There's more to Edmonds than a ferry line and Rick Steves' headquarters.
Travelers heading to Kingston and beyond fall into the first category. And travelers planning visits to Europe -- devoted to travel guru Steves' "through the back door" philosophy -- often can be found sitting around the fireplace in his retail store on Fourth Avenue, reading travel books and perusing maps.
If this is how you think of Edmonds, you're not getting the picture. Definitely not.
By Susan Phinney | February 10, 2005
"There is a plume of moisture entrained in the system."
What to most might be bewildering weather-speak from an official government forecast is poetry to author David Laskin's ears. A self-professed rain nut, Laskin lives for the Northwest's famed drippiness.
By Kathryn True | December 23, 2004
The walk: Here's the problem with Edmonds. You start off in one direction, then your head swivels, and then your feet follow and pretty soon your entire body has lurched off in a completely different direction from that which you'd intended because "it looks really neat over there!"
And then, so launched, it happens again. And again.
This waterfront city on Puget Sound about 15 miles north of Seattle is like that, a compact, mom-and-pop-store, ferryboat-landing, quintessential beachfront town. With a gorgeous view.
By Terry Tazioli | July 8, 2004
Hike of the Week
Back in the 1950s, Edmonds was still a small town and beaches were wild. County roads that led to gems like Picnic Point and Meadowdale Beach Park were a pleasant country drive, with houses few and far between. The Edmonds Salt Marsh was wild and unfettered, with marine life and occasional log- or driftwood-hopping contests with family or friends.
By Karen Sykes | March 18, 2004
