I was reading FB posts this morning while waiting
for the coffee to finish perking; people were posting and commenting on
pictures of Deep River … and that got my heart to longing to revisit that place
and trip down Memory Lane for an hour or so.
So, I drank a cup of coffee, posted a post
asking how the weather was that way; and dressed for the daytrip.
After
being trapped indoors under a stinking cloud of wildfire smoke for a week-and-a
half, I was itching to get out and about on a Sunday~Funday daytrip (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/09/fire-in-skysmoke-on-water.html).
The recent rainfall has helped tremendously in clearing the smoke and refreshening the air (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/09/rainy-shabbat.html).
I was outside earlier this week, but my lungs suffered for days following (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/09/smoke-ice.html).
This morning, with the air
quality being so favorable – a {10} reading – I figured it was safe for me
to get outside, and have the car’s air conditioner running, too.
My lungs are doing fine, and the owie to my
foot settled down too, so I busted out and broke loose this morning :-D
I stopped at the Baker’s Corner gas terminal
to wash bug guts off my windshield … and noticed there was a gritty ash cover
on the car; I hadn’t noticed it before now, because I haven’t been out and
about until now. I’ll have to wash that off tomorrow – the weather should be
warm enough yet to do that: a forecast of 63-degrees tomorrow around 10 AM.
When I reached Cathlamet, a notice popped up
on the car’s dash …
It is frustrating that I am never ‘notified’
WHAT needs "maintained”. But I do know that oil changes are frequent – and cars
overheat: not sure WHY cars overheat, but I know they do. So, I was concerned.
I called David, a guy friend, and explained
the situation and asked if it was safe for me to continue on to Rosburg … or
should I get my ass back home and park the car until I can get it into Dick
Hannah’s Maintenance garage. He said he thought it might be an oil change
issue, and that I should be okay to run my butt off today.
He said not to worry.
Guys know these things; so, I continued on
down the road.
But, the further down the road I got, the
more concerned I got.
The dash board notification didn’t go away.
The bright warning triangle troubled me.
And Elohim intervened, and set my mind at
ease – He’s great about soothing my troubled thoughts😉
He dropped a thought into my thoughts … and I
listened: I was passing the church between Rosburg and Deep River, so I nipped into the church’s parking lot, and explained to the pastor
and another guy named Kyle, about the warning triangle and how I’d really appreciate
a man’s input. Yes, I used the Widow Card – not for sympathy, but for
information and knowledge, since Bob is no longer here to ‘do’ or ‘explain’.
This is what Christians are
supposed to do: help one another. Especially Widows and children. So, I utilized that understanding: Elohim led me there, and I
was helped … and for future references, shown where things were under the hood
of this particular car. I do not want to get married again so I have a man
to keep my car in top running order.
I appreciated those men’s help and said so.
I thanked them with a smile and a wave, and
drove off.
A little bit down the highway, I turned off
the main road and onto the Deep River Road.
The town of Deep River was a
fishing community, originally founded in 1890, by Finnish immigrant fishermen.
Eventually Swedish immigrant lumberjacks began to settle in Deep River also;
they drove log pilings into the marshland and river edges, and built houses atop
the pilings – later a store, arcade, and a hotel was built. They even laid a
wooden plank roadway to make getting in and out of Deep River easier. Deep
River was a booming community alive with activity. The Deep River Cemetery was established
on a hill above the town. And a church was built at the bottom of the cemetery
hill.
The church and cemetery are
the only thing left of the town itself. I think there are 2 houses left, being
lived in by die-hards. The cemetery is still used by members of the Lutheran
church. The cemetery is small, and last count was 200 burials. The church and
cemetery are not listed on County or State Rosters … and there are no Historical
Markers pointing the way, so they are only found by those who know where to
look for them.
I never visited the cemetery with
Bob. We drove past it, but we never drove up the hill: I was curious about it; I’ve
always been curious about it.
Leaving the church and cemetery behind, I
drove the road back to the main highway; remembering Bob driving his dad’s Harley
along this road, with my arms wrapped around his torso and my thighs hugging his
thighs. Man! The memories that thought invoked 😉
I had noticed when I drove through Graysriver earlier, that Duffy’s had had its Menu Board set up on the gravel flanking the highway; and the parking lot was full of cars … and I made a mental note to stop there to eat.
So, I did :-D
I ate my oyster burger and potato salad on
the ‘honeymoon deck’, as usual, and listened (not eavesdropping, just couldn’t
avoid the loud chatter) to drunken travelers around me – no joke: everyone
who got out of their cars and walked with me into Duffy’s were already leaning
heavily; and they ordered vodka mixed drinks as soon as they entered. It
would have scared me being on the road with them again, if I wasn’t heading to
Eden Valley after eating.
The couples had come up this way from
Seaside, Astoria, and Long Beach; escaping to road and drink following covid
and wildfire home entrapments. People are desperate to escape this hell that
has been unleased on the world. They had a long drive back home, and I hoped
they all made it.
Me?
I headed to Eden Valley to have
conversations with my dead husband.
I guess I’m kinda ‘leaning heavily’ too, in
a different way, to find solid footing in my own circumstances and
situation.
Glancing around before I left, I noticed that another cross had joined the Tor’s marker on the Brueland Plot area. Poor David; these appear to be his parent’s; and the markers are obviously handmade, and show that they were worked with loving care. My heart went out to him – he was so kind and thoughtful when he helped me prepare of Bob’s Celebration of Life last August; he made my hard day a whole lot easier.
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/08/between-now-and-then-until-i-see-you.html)
I’m asking Elohim to make his days a whole
lot easier; he deserves a blessing for his compassion towards me.
On my way home, I got to thinking that I
really need to know what type of maintenance my car needs … and when it needs
it: the mechanics at Dick Hannah do the work for me, but they never explain
anything to me like Bob would. I need to know, so that I know how much wiggle
room I have when that stupid dash board message pops up.
AND JUST LIKE THAT, Elohim
provided the answer :-D
**SUNDAY~FUNDAY POSTS (2020) –
#19 - https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/09/sundayfunday-19-bobs-bd-cape.html
#18 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/08/sundayfunday-18-fort-columbia.html
#17 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/08/sundayfunday-17-lunch-on-steamboat.html
#16 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/08/sundayfunday-16-ive-earned-my-wings.html
#15 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/07/sundayfunday-15-longbeach-illwaco.html
#14 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/07/sundayfunday-14-julia-butler-hansen.html
#13 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/07/sundayfunday-13-haydu-park.html
#12 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/06/sundayfunday-12-fathers-day.html
#11 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/06/sundayfunday-11-kalama-waterfront-walk.html
#10 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/05/sundayfunday-10.html
#9 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020_04_27_archive.html
(plus 1st thru 8th SUNDAY~FUNDAY links)**
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