Roanoke Landing has none of the attributes I typically associate with a park. It has no grass, no trees, no play area, no amenities. What it does have is pavement and a fence. It is the Zen of parks, if you will, and could not be more serene. Once it was a busy place. The ferry from Leschi, the only way to reach Mercer Island, landed here. But in 1940 the Mercer Island bridge, then the largest floating structure in the world, was completed. The ferries ceased to exist, and Roanoke Landing reverted to stillness.
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