Yesterday we drove back across the bridge to Astoria, Oregon again, and that darned bridge just doesn’t get any smaller! You’d think I would have been over it enough not to let it bother me any more, but then again, I think anybody as charming and intelligent as myself should be filthy rich. And we’d both be wrong.
We don’t really need a reason to visit Astoria, it’s one of our favorite places in the country. But we had a purpose for our trip. Two, actually. The Astoria Fiber Arts Retail Store and Academy was holding a rummage sale of donated yarn, fleece, and other fibers and supplies. There were also some partially assembled projects (kits) that people had abandoned for whatever reason.
Terry got some real bargains, including some silk and linen yarn for $24 that would easily have cost $125 – $150 retail. She also picked up a beautiful woolen bouclé blend, and several cotton bouclé cones for a set of towels she wants to weave.
The other reason for our trip to Astoria was to pick up the new issue of the Gypsy Journal. Since it was at a small, unmanned satellite freight terminal, we were told to call the main terminal in Portland the day before to arrange a time when an employee could be there. I did and we were told midday, but to call a half hour before our arrival just to be sure.
I called about 11 a.m., when Terry was done yarn shopping, and was told that the driver was still on the road and to call back in an hour. No problem, we stopped at a couple of book stores, then called and were told it would be between 3 and 4 p.m. Huh? What happened to midday?
But we’re flexible if nothing else, so we browsed some of the little shops in Astoria, then drove into Warrenton to pick up some things at the Fred Meyer grocery store. We got back to the freight terminal in Astoria at 3:30, and nobody was there. Why was I not surprised? I waited until a little after 4 and called the main terminal again and was told the driver had one more stop and would be there within a half hour. By then I wasn’t holding my breath.
Since we had some time to kill, I logged onto Geocaching.com with my phone and discovered a cache just off the walking path along the river, within spitting distance of where we were parked. Using the GPS feature on my phone, we found it easily, picked up a travel bug that we found inside, and logged the cache. If you have not tried geocaching, it is the perfect hobby for RVers. You’ll get exercise, both physical and mental, and see some places you never knew were right next door to where you’re staying. We’ve found caches everywhere from city parks to highway rest areas from coast to coast. And it’s a great way to spend time having fun with your grandkids, too. Here is a link to a story I wrote explaining what it’s all about.
The driver finally arrived at the freight terminal a little after 5 p.m. and we loaded the papers into our Explorer, grabbed a bite to eat at Golden Luck, our favorite local Chinese restaurant, then headed back across the bridge to Washington. And the darned thing still hadn’t gotten any smaller!
The weather reports for this weekend don’t look promising, with rain and temperatures in the low to mid-60s at best. Hopefully it won’t interfere with the last two days of the kite festival too much.
Thought For The Day – You are about to exceed the limits of my medication.