If you' been wondrin' where I've been for the past two weeks, there's a simple explanation to my absence: Roadtrippin' down 101 to California. I had grand plans of having a bunch of posts appear while I was on the road, but that never materialized, so I'm going to get you some updates from the road instead.
Through hailstorms and emergency rooms, marauding raccoons and awesome thrift finds, it's been a pretty wild journey, and even with my camera erasing a bunch of snaps, there's enough material for several posts.
Our journey started out at the border of Washington and Oregon, near the towns of Long Beach and Ilwaco (the self-appointed "best little town in Washington"). Over the years we've camped around this area a bit and know all the good haunts in the towns. C.'s grandmother was born in a logging camp not far from there and brought up in Ilwaco, then a bustling logging town. As usual we camped in Cape Disappointment, a huge park right on the beach with two lighthouses and endless beach (The town of Long Beach boasts "world's longest beach". Go figure.)
The first morning marked our wedding anniversary and it was glorious to wake here among the wind-bent trees and go for a walk on the beach in the sun.
The winter storms wash to shore all kinds of interesting things here: enormous logs, a lenght of rope, fishing boats from Shanghai...
C. and I both love documenting the little details, the textures of things, shapes and grains, the undergrowth, and sand grains and follicles of plant fuzz...
These water-worn logs are intricate like sculptures, almost like they're expressing something beyond what they are, just objects in space. Their shapes appear crafted, willful to a human mind. One of the things I love about nature is just that sense of purpose, meaning.
Since we never really had one, we've been telling people we're on our honey moon, hobo-y as it might be (actually, the last 4 days have been anything but hobo-like, thanks to Missa and Lucas). Being together on the road and camping and tramping about is pretty much the most fun anyway.
We walked the beach, looking for treasures and watching the waves, until we were numb with cold. A raven followed us from a distance.
We've been to long beach so many times now, that it's become a tradition to visit two places there: The North Coast Antique Mall and Marsh's Free Museum, Home of Jake The Alligator Man.
The Museum has a lot of olden-timey coin-operated machines that you put dimes and nickels and quarters in to hear a canary sing, see a racy image, or have your future told.
They also have curios in all shapes and sizes, even stranger than the obviously man-made alligator man.
I've professed my love for made-up creatures and strange taxidermy before, and Marsh's really is the place for both.
Though we generally don't end up buying a lot of stuff at antique malls, we have a really good time poking around them and the North Coast one is usually pretty good. The vendors really put effort into their booths and most of them have weird fun themes, like kid's playhouses, Old West knick-knacks and soforth.
Back at the campsite, we cooked dinner with an unexpected audience of two raccoons, quickly dubbed Frankie and Johnny, who were quite crafty about their re-con missions. It was only after the cooking and eating seized that they scampered off into the night. We tried to keep warm under a huge ring around the new moon.
Our next stop was another old favorite, Astoria, Oregon, where we've also stayed and stopped many times before. While this visit was just supposed to be a pit-stop, we still managed get into a fair bit of small adventure.
Our first stop was the lovely Astoria Coffee House & Bistro downtown, with grate art and breakfast, and apparently even bands and events.
Events like their beard growing contest, for which C. was asked to model, after he determined that his beard was indeed the "Twin Peaks"-model. My honey is famous in Astoria.
A few antique malls and tiny Gunnes later, we hit the Co-Op and the only place in which we did any serious shopping: the work wear store, appropriately located in the Finnish Brotherhood building. You see, back in the day Astoria was known for something entirely different than being the set of Goonies. It was commonly known as the Helsinki of these United States, a great union town, where labor was king and Finnish folk songs the tune of the day and there are still a few remnants of those good old days around.
We got what we needed (woolly socks, sweatshirts, a pair of new pants for C.), chatted with the owner about those Finnish ancestors and moved onto new adventures, of which you'll be hearing soon.
Here we are behind that same building on our first big road trip together back in 2007. The photo was taken by a friendly biker dude.
Happy full moon and adventures and great woman energies all around!