"Some say that's progress, I say that's cruel." — Midnight Oil
When does progress stop feeling like progress?
After moving to Washington, my family found a new home at Wild Waves. We thought we'd have years to build new traditions there. Instead, we learned the park's 2026 season will be its last, with plans to replace nearly 50 years of family memories with a massive warehouse.
This essay is about family, community, and the difficult choices that shape the places we call home. It's also inspired by two songs that have stayed with me for years: Midnight Oil's "Progress" and Nightwish's "Last Ride of the Day." Sometimes music captures what we're feeling long before we have the words ourselves.
Read A Final Ride Before the Wrecking Ball here:
A small park’s final days reveal what communities lose when “progress” replaces joy with industry.










