This is the foothills, the gateway cities. The cities of destiny, where authenticity is earned with calluses and sore backs. Where attitude is derived as much from art galleries and universities, as from beer halls and fairgrounds. This is waterfront, woods, and mountains. This is living in historic homes and fishing from glacier fed rivers. We've got beaches full of life and heads full of ideas. We've got our own innovators, chefs, designers, writers, artists, teachers, doctors, scientists and makers. Why are we confident because we've been knocked down before. So what? We're relentless, we rise up, brush off and get the job done. Our legacy is garage rock, fertile soil and farm to table the incubators of small business and the home of global commerce. We're not waiting for our destiny to be handed to us. We've got no time to stand still. So we run at our own pace, and we marched our own beat. We know we've got passion, because this is a soulful place, a sacred place, an ancient place. From where we sit. We can look out a symbol window and see the connected waters of the Puget Sound and miss the top of Mount Rainier. That's 14,411 feet of perspective. It humbles us not too much. We still know something special. We are the sound sound, and we are South Sound proud.
