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Just'In and I just got back from a road trip through Washington and Oregon with my in-laws. Entertaining, surprisingly enough, mainly because we were just along for the ride and because Dad and Joyce are pleasant travelling companions.
A few highlights from the trip:
At one point, we were driving through a town when a shop on a corner caught our eyes; "Stuff and Things". It was empty.
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We visited Crater Lake. I grumbled slightly because of all the snow still there, but the thing to note was at the very small visitor's center. We bought a postcard for my boss who hangs them on the wall at work and a bookmark. I told the lady at the counter, just casually, that my boss collected postcards.
"You can't work."
Just'In and I just kind of look at each other, "Um, why not?"
"You're too young. You're like, fourteen, fifteen years old."
I then told her that I am in fact, twenty-two, and she was incredulous. I told her I go to college and work on campus. She just couldn't believe it. We laughed as she asked the park ranger who walked behind the counter to guess how old I was.
"Oh. no. I'm not ven going to try. I'm not a good judge in age," he said.
We grinned as we walked out to the car. I didn't tell her I was married to the guy who was standing next to me. That would have been too much for the poor girl.
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One of the many stops we made was at the Oasis Bordello Mueseum is Wallace, Idaho. It was Joyce's choice, but I became quickly fascinated by the stories and the details there. After the tour was done, we went down to the basemment; we'd heard it was also really fascinating. The coolest thing in the basement, though, was that a lot of the clothes used in the bordello were for sale. I honestly didn't think I'd find anything, but I was wrong. The ground floor of the bordello was a bar, and in the rack of clothes as a grey jacket of coattails. The coattails remind me vividly of Andy from our high school theatre department. I always envied Andy of her coattails and hightops that I had to have this jacket as soon as I found it. I also bought a funny dark blue/purple pitcher in one of the many antique shops that litter the Northwest, and two hats from a hatshop in Leavenworth.
A few highlights from the trip:
At one point, we were driving through a town when a shop on a corner caught our eyes; "Stuff and Things". It was empty.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We visited Crater Lake. I grumbled slightly because of all the snow still there, but the thing to note was at the very small visitor's center. We bought a postcard for my boss who hangs them on the wall at work and a bookmark. I told the lady at the counter, just casually, that my boss collected postcards.
"You can't work."
Just'In and I just kind of look at each other, "Um, why not?"
"You're too young. You're like, fourteen, fifteen years old."
I then told her that I am in fact, twenty-two, and she was incredulous. I told her I go to college and work on campus. She just couldn't believe it. We laughed as she asked the park ranger who walked behind the counter to guess how old I was.
"Oh. no. I'm not ven going to try. I'm not a good judge in age," he said.
We grinned as we walked out to the car. I didn't tell her I was married to the guy who was standing next to me. That would have been too much for the poor girl.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One of the many stops we made was at the Oasis Bordello Mueseum is Wallace, Idaho. It was Joyce's choice, but I became quickly fascinated by the stories and the details there. After the tour was done, we went down to the basemment; we'd heard it was also really fascinating. The coolest thing in the basement, though, was that a lot of the clothes used in the bordello were for sale. I honestly didn't think I'd find anything, but I was wrong. The ground floor of the bordello was a bar, and in the rack of clothes as a grey jacket of coattails. The coattails remind me vividly of Andy from our high school theatre department. I always envied Andy of her coattails and hightops that I had to have this jacket as soon as I found it. I also bought a funny dark blue/purple pitcher in one of the many antique shops that litter the Northwest, and two hats from a hatshop in Leavenworth.
