Years ago, when I was just starting to be interested in what it takes to make magnetic places – the kind that people are drawn to, want to exist in, that inform our experiences an act as a supporting character in our lives – my dad drove me through Ship Creek, and then up to Government Hill so we could see the whole area sprawled out in front of us. I loved how from up there, you could follow the path of the creek with your eyes and see where it meets Cook Inlet, the mountains framing the view on the left and the right, the colors of the port and the railroad lending an air of industrial-chic.
That was when I fell in love with the potential of Ship Creek.
