Today, I had the $$ to make the drive to Naselle to visit my friends, there.
We have missed each other. We love each other. Love doesn’t change overnight – it can be killed, or it can be nurtured; that’s up to the people involved. We, as community-building friends, choose to nurture the love that flows freely among us 😉
The hour-long drive is welcome … and I hope recent money-eating-expenses that have been eating up my carefully budgeted gas $$$ will taper off enough to allow me to make that drive every week, again. I enjoy the scenic drive: I enjoy the coffee hour convo 😊
Life in the Slow Lane was very welcome change of pace today – and I expected to be gone all day long; so I dressed in clothes and makeup that would take me from AM to PM with ease 😉
Anticipation of two catch-up chit-chats (AM & PM), and delicious tempting coffee aromas were not highjacked as I experienced a ‘Manic Monday’ start to my Traveling Thursday.
Despite the unexpected wild life snafu’s (2-legged humanoids, as well as 4-legged actual animals), and sporadic road work spread out along the route from Longview to Skamokawa, I managed to arrive at my destination on time without exceeding the speed limit.
Laughter and coffee flowed with carefree abandon. Serious convo was kept light with hope and encouragement liberally sprinkled throughout the train of thought. Ramona (not my sister – another Ramona, my friend) and I helped Becky (not my niece – another Becky, my friend) unwind and untangle her skein of yarn, so she could easily finish her latest WIP. And I came home with a gifted snippet of an Airplane Plant 😊
I love life in the Slow Lane: it really is the simple things in life that make life enjoyable.
Pointing the Highlander’s nose homeward, I made a snap decision to deviate from the straight-n-narrow highway … and drive a few side roads.
I was out of Dodge, and foot-loose and fancy-free, today. It was a nice day, perfect for a country drive down several country roads 😊
Once again on Ocean Beach Highway (the straight-n-narrow road from here to there), the old cement bridgework guardrails of the Graysriver bridge pulled my eye: so, I turned off the road and parked on the gravel near Fossil Creek Road to admire it. I like these old cement guardrails. I do not like the modern aluminum guardrails, at all.
I remember walking across the old cement walkways, when I walked this highway, every weekend; in the early 1970’s. It was about 11½ miles one way from Ingalls Road (where I lived at that point in time) in Skamokawa, to where the old Appelo’s Store in Graysriver, used to be.
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I enjoyed hiking those 23 miles every weekend. I’d take a short break at the top of KM Mountain, to catch my breath; and then I’d finish the first half of that hike at Appelo’s Store where I’d buy a can of coke, and a pack of Marlboro Reds, before hoofing it back over the KM, and home.
I’m pretty sure the log truck drivers did not enjoy seeing me walking that ditch-side white line 😉 As an adult now, I sympathize with their concerns – but as a teenager, then, I didn’t think of the dangers while selfishly enjoying my foot-loose, carefree, all-day-hike.
Thinking of that experience, I decided to drive Ingalls Road to the Duck Inn, for lunch (the backroad route).
I enjoy country road drives 😊
Country roads are generally slow lane travel: today was a Slow Lane Day.
As I was driving along, radio talking heads were discussing (and bitching about) escalating gas prices. It irks me too … but it’s going to happen, and bitching about it won’t halt it. Escalating gas prices is what the obamanite DC devotees want: it is what they intend to implement – the push, according to the obamanite doctrine, is EV’s for the filthy rich, bikes for the millennial urbanites, train travel/city bus travel for lower class city dwellers … and beat-feet-travel for country bumpkins. That is what the biden-harris cartel is aiming for, that is what they are preparing for.
Seattle is already primed to implement it: jay inslee is, after all, barak hussain obama’s west coast evangelist, feverishly doing his best to browbeat Washingtonians into slavishly embracing the obamanite cult doctrine.
barak hussain obama’s solution to the “fossil fuel issue”: https://www.carolinacoastonline.com/news_times/opinions/editorials/article_936795e0-83f0-11e1-ac93-001a4bcf887a.html
WA State Gas prices expected to reach double-digit costs: https://nypost.com/2022/05/19/washington-state-preps-for-10-gas-stations-run-out-of-fuel/
And, on the tail-end of that radio discussion as I left Ocean Beach Highway for more country road driving, came a report of more leftist lunacy: canada has eliminated Laws that made fentanyl illegal: I am sure the biden-harris team administration from Hell will follow suit. Oh goodie (not!) … now we can expect those drug addled morons to be aiming cars down the highway, too, with pothead drivers/heroin fueled motorists/wobbly bicyclists that do not know how to pedal on the highways/and absent-minded mental cases walking down the center lines ☹
Canada decriminalizes hard drugs: https://www.cp24.com/news/canada-announces-decriminalization-plan-for-drug-users-in-b-c-to-fight-overdoses-1.5926923
What the Hell are politician’s thinking!?! Are politicians thinking at all, or are their brain cells totally misfiring 100% of the time?
Besides the slow lane scenery, and country road vibe; I stick to backroads for a logical reason, people … there is protection as well as comfort in the Slow Lane 😉
Back on Ocean Beach Highway, case and point was played out in a scary scenario that could have ended very badly for the car, the log truck, and me.
Thank God Bob was always nagging me about the “2-cars-length following distance”.
((((THANK YOU, BABE!))))
Thank the Lord, angels are dispatched every time I hit the open road.
That nagging – and an Angel on my shoulder – saved my life today.
Counting my blessings and thanking my lucky stars, I pulled into my carport and dropped off my Airplane Plant snippet; collected the mail, and took a couple minutes to run into town and deposit Bob’s TOC love gift … before backtracking to Spruce Creek where friends were waiting for my arrival for an evening coffee hour 😊
I was glad for this evening gathering of mixed company. It is good to see life from different angles. It is good to laugh. It is good to be touched emotionally, spiritually, and physically; on comfortable levels.
Even though there were two very obvious manic monday moments in this Thursday, I actually thoroughly enjoyed Life in the Slow Lane, today – all day 😊
Both coffee hours (AM & PM) will be weekly repeats; God
willing, and budget providing 😉
*Traveling
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