Today I skipped the get-together in Lexington – a 2-hour discussion on football and the olympics does not interest me: so, I’m thinking I’ll be skipping Fridays in Lexington for the next month and a half; football ‘March Madness’ goes into effect after the February football madness ☹ The whole football craze totally disinterests me.
So
does whatever is taking place in the world today; with the present leadership
at all four corners, it’s a virtual shitshow no matter who throws the dice,
and I don’t feel like dealing with any of it when the sun comes out to play 😉
I also skipped my Lexington
Riverside Park dike hike … and decided instead to walk the Steamboat Slough
Road at the Julia Butler Hansen Game Refuge, in Skamokawa: the sunny day was
literally begging me on 😉
Driving up the Oak Point Road incline, had me laughing with long ago memories – my early years with Bob (from 17 to
21 – Bob was 24 when we married); our young and foolish days.
We survived them by the grace of God.
Truth.
I hadn’t eaten any breakfast because
it was around 10 AM when I set out; so, I nipped into the Duck Inn for a quick
lunch bite before I tied my hiking boots on 😉
There used to be white swans swimming in Lake Sacajawea in the 1970’s; Bob and I used to sit on the banks, and watch them, when we were in town. I don’t know why they disappeared, but I miss them … and was glad to spot swans today!
Swans in Washington State: https://www.trumpeterswansociety.org/what-we-do/your-society-at-work/pacific-coast-population.html
I really enjoyed time spent
walking Steamboat Slough Road; I’ve always enjoyed walking that walk.
After I got back to the
Highlander, I needed to find a restroom. The latte I got in Longview earlier,
was working its way through my body; so, I turned the car towards Cathlamet’s
Marina where restroom doors are always open during marina business hours.
I noticed right away, as I
slipped the car into park, that more touristy things had been added.
And I am thankful
that we moved from Cathlamet decades ago, before it became a full-fledged
tourist trap.
When logging and fishing were
essentially phased out in Wahkiakum County, all that was left to keep Cathlamet
afloat was tourist dollars. It’s sad: I remember when Cathlamet was the “happening
town” along the Columbia River from Graysriver to Longview. Cathlamet is
growing by leaps and bounds – as a real estate boon attests, but the small-town
vibe has been replaced by the new york and san francisco transplants’ citified ideas
of inner-city-small-town-concepts.
And big city moral decay and physical
diseases also hitch-hiked north with those citified concepts.
A quick pit stop is all I ever
stop there for, nowadays.
When I finished with Cathlamet,
I backtracked to Elochoman Road, and drove home over Beaver Creek Road; again.
Backing into my carport, I
noticed that a sign has gone up next door … that place is still an eyesore (cleaner,
thank God; but still dull). I am thankful that tessa moved. I am thankful
that the whole moldy, rotting, thing has been stripped and rebuilt.
I am thankful that Elohim is faithful.
All in all, it was a good day to have a good day.
It is a good night to end the night
with a Shabbat Toast to invite life, enjoy life, and ignite Life.
So, this Shabbat, I toast my two Husbands 😊
**Freewheeling Fridays ~ 2021:
#1/2021 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-boarishboorish-day-centralia-daytrip.html
#2/2021 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/11/freewheeling-fridays-2-river-runs-thru.html **
