Route Description
SR 900 begins at the intersection with Ryan Way at I-5 exit 157, near the southeast corner of Boeing Field. It heads south on Martin Luther King Jr. Way (formerly Empire Way), with ramps to and from I-5, before splitting from the alignment of I-5 and heading east into Renton (with a short section in Seattle). It heads into downtown Renton on Sunset Boulevard. At State Route 167, a one-way pair begins, with eastbound SR 900 on Third Street and westbound SR 900 on Second Street. At State Route 515, SR 900 heads northeast on Houser Way (eastbound) and Bronson Way (westbound), and after a block SR 900 east turns north on Mill Avenue to rejoin the westbound side on Bronson Way.
Just before Bronson Way crosses under I-405, SR 900 turns north along the west-side frontage road, Sunset Boulevard. Sunset crosses to the east side of I-405 and then turns east, however SR 900 enters I-405 for a one mile (1.6 km) overlap, exiting once again at Park Ave N. SR 900 turns east onto Park Ave N, which again becomes NE Sunset Blvd, taking SR 900 between the slopes of Cougar Mountain and Squak Mountain to its end at I-90 in Issaquah (though the name changes to Renton-Issaquah Road). Lake Sammamish State Park lies right across I-90 from the end of SR 900.
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