Until tomorrow

Vacationing in a motor home makes us understand what a snail's life or a turtle's life is like. No, I don't mean because of the speed at which the RV in front of you is moving when you are in a hurry to get somewhere important, like the tourist shops in Cannon Beach.  No, the reason it is like the life of the aforementioned representatives of the animal kingdom is that we carry our home with us. Now just imagine that you went on vacation and took your home along. How fast would you be able to move? But I digress.

We enjoy this mode of vacationing especially because we carry our home with us. We always know where we are going to sleep. We also know we will not be interrupted by someone wanting to come in and do all the housework- making the bed, tidying up the room-or by someone wanting to come in and serve us a meal that we ordered from room service.

Today was no different from any other day traveling in our road snail. Well, the date was different, and we had sunshine today, as opposed to the heavy clouds we had yesterday, and we didn't have guests for dinner today, as we did yesterday. Oh, and today we were parked in front of the view shown in the photo above, instead of impeding traffic and helping to keep the blood pressure of selected motorists from dipping too low. So, what's your point?

On the other hand, we did go to the farm market on the Skokomish Indian Reservation and purchase some clams and corn on the cob, which will become our dinner pretty soon. We went up to greater metropolitan Hoodsport to see which shops have new occupants since the last time we visited here.  In an unstable economy in a summer resort town, part of the experience is seeing the carousel of businesses that come and go with regularity.  The used book store we used to enjoy frequenting became a tattoo parlor that last time we were in the area. Now it is something else. I have to admire the optimism and sheer guts of people who open such businesses.  I read once that the odds of a new business failing are on the order of 85%. I suspect that in a place like Hoodsport it is closer to 95%.

Most of the day we spent lounging, reading and enjoying the view. But the day is not over yet, and you can't tell what kind of excitement may come our way.  Of course, when you go on vacation, you are supposed to relax, and who needs all that excitement, anyway? So, we have one more night to relax in Potlatch. You will have to wait until tomorrow to get behind us on this two-lane highway and do your honking and under-the-breath cursing.