I grew up one city south of Mukilteo. Until I drove, it was a commitment to travel there, but we’d make our way there a couple of times a year, mostly in the summer.
As a teen, it was a fun place to drive, though the police had little tolerance for bored adolescents. With the beach, fire pits and Ivar’s, it was a very convenient place to hang out.
In those days, the Mukilteo Speedway was mostly a country highway. Two lanes, through dense trees, quite dark at night. One would expect to hear banjos wafting from the trees. Jeeps and other off road types had plenty of fun in those old woods. The Pit was a large sinkhole that was smooth enough for trucks and such to climb their way out. There were several ways out, and each of the climbs had varying levels of challenge. I stayed on the sidelines watching the show. Usually by a fire.
I still have moments when I think of the Harbour Pointe neighborhood as new. I remember when they started construction in those old woods. Hard to believe that decades have passed, but such is life.
It’s now solidly suburban, clean and well designed, a great compliment for those Boeing execs and their families. Actually, there’s a nice array of housing options, from houses to condos to apartments, and a world class school district, good ol Mukilteo is a great place to live.
