Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Departure's Last-Minute Panic

Are we the only ones who scamper around like idiots to complete tasks that must-be-done before we can drive away? Why is it the day before we're scheduled to leave, the blackberry bushes, that took years to accumulate, suddenly need to come out of the ground? Or the hellebore leaves simply must be cut back and the dentist appointment postponed? Good grief, we've been at home since November and those to-do items weren't very compelling, not until departure loomed?

Naturally an early departure simply wasn't going to work out with Thistle still unpacked. Brad came by at 11:00 and projected a 3:30 departure. At 2:15 we were ready, priding ourselves at getting an early start, using Brad's 3:30 estimate. Never mind the one we began the day with. One must be flexible, after all.

For the third time in our southerly departures in Thistle we have headed northwest first, avoiding the I-5 corridor. We drive up the island to catch the ferry to Pt. Townsend for a leisurely drive down the peninsula, after stopping at the coop for supplies. Seal Rock National Forest camp site is our destination, having stayed there off-season before. Well, not last night. It was gated and closed for the winter.

Being boondocking experts by now, we shrugged our shoulders and headed on. In a few miles we take a side road to Collins Campground. It too was closed, but having reached here on five miles of deeply pot-holed road and not seeing another car, we simply shrugged our shoulders again and parked at the locked gate for the night. And here we are, reading and writing and drinking coffee at 9:00. We'll get another "early" start this morning...probably about 11:00. And this is how we travel, starting late, stopping early, and taking our time in between.

Our first night's camp…

Collins Campground...

Camp 13 was especially unlucky this winter…

The Duckabush River…

We'd hoped for lunch at the old historic Tokeland Hotel. Although not closed for the season it was definitely closed for the day…

Our second night we camped at Cape Disappointment, a stone's throw from the Columbia River, and then Astoria. The Blue Scorcer coffee shop in Astoria will entertain us with coffee and internet tomorrow morning before we poke our way down the Oregon Coast.


"You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
What mood is that? Last-minute panic."

~ Bill Watterson

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