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27 August 2012 / leggypeggy

Chewy, gooey gum wall of Seattle

Seattle gum wall

A visitor adds some chew to the gum wall

Having just written about the spines of cacti, I thought it was worth mentioning the other sticky find we made.

I’m talking about Seattle’s gum wall—considered to be the world’s second germiest tourist destination (the Blarney Stone is No. 1). My cousin, Colleen, took us there as part of a tour of the remarkable Pike Place Market.

Officially known as the Market Theatre Gum Wall, this landmark is covered in used chewing gum—lots and lots of it. The 15-foot-high wall extends for 50 feet and some parts are several inches deep in gum! Some people even create artworks out of their old chews.

Seattle gum wall

Dripping good fun

The gum-sticking tradition began almost 20 years ago when patrons at Seattle’s Theatre Sports stuck gum to the wall and added coins to the blobs. Theater workers scraped the gum away twice, but eventually gave up after market officials decided the gooey wall made for a good tourist attraction. 

Seattle’s ghost tour starts by the gum wall and apparently it’s a popular spot for wedding photographs. A scene in the movie, Love Happens, was shot there.

This isn’t the only unusual wall we have seen on our travels. Check out our trips to the John Lennon Wall and love locks of Prague.

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  1. Joanne T Ferguson / Aug 27 2012 8:17 pm

    Kissed the Blarney Stone as “When in Rome (or Ireland lol) do what the Leprchauns do!!
    Never thought at the time, suspended upsidedown kissing this stone about the germs too! 🙂

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    • leggypeggy / Aug 28 2012 7:33 am

      Personally I don’t worry too much about germs, but I sure wouldn’t be kissing the gum wall.

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  2. Dinata Misovec / Nov 21 2015 5:39 am

    I’m almost sorry I missed that when we were in Seattle.

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    • leggypeggy / Nov 21 2015 12:38 pm

      It’s quite a sight.

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    • Ellen Hawley / Nov 24 2015 11:53 pm

      I’m grateful not to have known about it when we visited. Although that was years ago–maybe it didn’t exist yet.

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      • leggypeggy / Nov 25 2015 9:01 pm

        Judging from the layers of gum, I think it’s been there for a long, long time.

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  3. dougstuber / Nov 27 2015 4:15 pm

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    in an Adirondack chair on the eastern continental divide, three
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  4. dougstuber / Dec 4 2015 2:20 am

    Play
    AUGUST 1, 2014 / DOUGSTUBER / EDIT
    Play

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    Past the skidding bicycle marks
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    Goes the only daily memory
    Of a happiness once known.

    Landing in a pile of limbs,
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    That shines of wetness on the
    Back of Brandy, the player
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    How long will it be
    Before the play begins again,
    Before the youthful joy
    Once known appears, before
    The love, if ever, returns?

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