What a wonderful little getaway Bruce and I had this weekend. Would you care to hear about it? Well alright then!
When Bruce and I decide to take trips there usually aren’t any definite plans involved. It’s more like an idea that sets us off in a direction, then we just see what happens. It’s worked well for us so far. It’s how we ended up living in Seattle, after all.
The idea this time was to head out to the coast. The last time we went to the coast we went south. This time we decided to see what was north. I perused a map or two and decided La Push (saying that makes me giggle…I don’t know why) was a good idea. The pictures online were stunning. Olympic National forest, Port Angeles, Forks and Lake Crescent were all places of interest on this journey.
It started out on a ferry from Edmonds to Kingston. It was a bit windy……
….and I was the tiniest bit sea sick but I managed not to honk all over the place during the crossing.
Lola, our gps thinger, seems to think our truck could drive on water.
|Your name is Lola, not TomTom.
After the crossing and down the road a bit we stopped to let The Murph out for a potty break and saw this little fellow and just had to take his picture.
Let me explain. My husband has dreams of becoming a gold prospector. He figures he will need a donkey. In his gold hunting fantasy he has one with gold teeth, wears tons of gold chains and has gold hooves with spinners. His name is Bling-Bling.
After this we stopped in Port Angeles and grabbed some lunch then continued on our merry way. After about an hour or so we found La Push. It was, in fact, quite beautiful.
It was sunny but it was a little nippy so we headed down the road to Forks. Yeeeaaaahhhhh……about Forks. I was well aware that those Twilight books and movies were set in this town, but I had no idea how far they ran with it. Of course I should have known what we were in for when we saw a gaggle of teenage girls having their picture taken in front of the “Welcome to Forks” sign.
This shit was everywhere. Tours? Really? The town has a population of, like, 12 and it’s about 6 blocks long. Where are you taking “tours” to? It better be to a Hollywood sound stage with a stop over in a place I like to call reality. This picture was taken through the window of our moving truck as we hauled ass out of there, heading back to Port Angeles to find a hotel so we could wash the shame of this place off of ourselves.
Of course, being non-planners, we had no hotel reservations. All we could hope for was a place that had a vacancy, allowed pets and wasn’t $200 a night. This is what we got:
Murphy seemed to be fine with it. But then again, Murphy is color blind….
….and doesn’t watch TV….
….or care that the coffee service is located in the shitter, behind the door.
Since Murphy seemed to like the room, we left him there and wandered down the hill to find a place to have dinner. We found a little pub first and had some cocktails and conversation with the lovely bartender, Mary. It was kind of quiet and there was only one other person bellied up to the bar a few seats down from Bruce. At one point this portly fellow randomly decided to share this with Bruce: “I worked out three days ago.” To which Bruce wanted to reply, “You probably shouldn’t have stopped.”, but he didn’t.
We grabbed some dinner at a nice little cafe then headed back to the hotel. We had left the TV on with the hopes that as it “warmed up” the picture would improve. Good thing we did that, because Purple Rain was on…..
Yeah…..this is much better.
The trip home was pretty uneventful. Well, with the exception of the US Border Patrol that seemed to be following us for so long. What? Did they think we were smuggling a truckload of Canadians back to Seattle for our lawn care business?? Oh…..wait….wrong border.