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Today, I got a fair amount of writing in, on top of a nice exploring walk. I achieved one of my goals--walking across the I-90 Lake Washington Bridge! 1.6 miles from shore to Mercer Island, high above rippling black water. And, to get there, I had to walk down this path lined with philosophical quotes from Jung and Nietzche, and then a ridiculously long tunnel. And then the unending expanse of highway cacophony and wind. I was thinking, "this must be what Purgatory is." Of course, I didn't truly discover Purgatory until I got to the generically upscale suburban wasteland that is Mercer Island.