The golden twilight of late summer descended over Elliott Bay in breathtaking, celestial splendor. Along the four-hundred-foot timber promenade of Pier 58, thousands of Seattle citizens, families, and international visitors walked beneath the seventy-two yellow-cedar pergola arches, enjoying the cool evening breeze. The submerged acoustic tidal sound wells hummed with the gentle, rhythmic song of the incoming king tide, while the living intertidal reef teemed with silver salmon and flourishing…
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