Another glorious day to see the Pacific and the west coast
beaches. Bee-oo-tiful. Travelled down after staying overnight at Hoquiam
(motel run by a Fijian chap who was very excited that Suva is our next
destination) via various state parks (state as opposed to the
still-closed national parks, though the papers are reporting that
Americas apparently don't know the difference either).
We were amused by the warning sign next to a local prison
and a chap selling "clam guns" (aren't the poor devils defenceless enough already?), though less impressed when I was threatened by the petrol-pump woman that she'd "call the cops if your husband don't stop pumping someone else's gas rightaway" (which, it transpired of course, that he wasn't as the complainant had misread his own pump's number!) Things were sorted but did we get an apology? Ha!
and a chap selling "clam guns" (aren't the poor devils defenceless enough already?), though less impressed when I was threatened by the petrol-pump woman that she'd "call the cops if your husband don't stop pumping someone else's gas rightaway" (which, it transpired of course, that he wasn't as the complainant had misread his own pump's number!) Things were sorted but did we get an apology? Ha!
A spookier experience was driving through the wee town of
Raymond. Mid-afternoon and not a soul stirred. I didn't dare open the
window in case we'd missed a nuclear explosion wiping out humanity... And the
town's main export (in lieu of real people) looks to be metal cutout
silhouettes, advertised by fixing them to walls or leaving them out in the open air, cavorting through the grass. Perfectly nice but a bit spooky in the circs!
So now over the Columbia Bridge into downtown Astoria
PS The heady heights of +70 degrees today - shorts and sunglasses rediscovered!
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