I spent my entire childhood in Lake Forest Park, and during those years I had several friends whose families owned houses along Lake Washington. I wiled away the seemingly-endless hours of sunshine on their docks every summer vacation.
One friend's family shared ownership of some property that was too small for a house, but just perfect for a dock. Where does the time go? I can still catch a glimpse of this 'dock of my misspent youth' whenever I walk or ride along the Burke-Gilman Trail.
After retrieving the coordinates from the first waypoint, travel a short distance along the bike trail to the general area of four benches. The benches face the property where I used to spend many hours every summer; it's still possible to peek through the fence to see this illustrious dock.