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Christian Rock Band & Service 5 yards across from us…to
wake up to.
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We stopped at a rest area off of Rt. 5, on our way back
into Seattle – let’s see what “Christmas” has done in the two
weeks that we were gone. I’ll be darned though if I ever stay at
that godforsaken lot with trains criss-crossing through Seattle
behind our bus…aint gonna happen….
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This last weekend, now that we have survived it, has been
actually fun. We stayed three nights at Mr. Hood Resort, pool
and all. As I said, a few Christian people around. The first
night we stayed at a very nice lot. It was really close to the
street though (Rt. 26) and so I thought “there has to be a
better way…so I send Hubby here off to inquire within the office
about a possible relocation plan. Well, he comes back with a map
and the info that there are other spaces available and off we go
with the house down the street.
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Now, of course, we had our bushings “fixed” which now are
very much closer to the ground, in this case the street, than
intuition would dictate…we leave deep grooves in the pavement as
we turn to get out of our old spot…
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The new place we received is near the entrance of another
camping area, adjacent to a busy horseshoe pit. Not so much. The
only other site is a little further in and seemingly OK – a ton
of kids on bicycles everywhere. We just about hit a big boulder
hidden under some overgrown grasses… we set up shop and find out
that the Christian group Steve ran into at the office, has
picked these sites for their retreat. So as we walk off to the
community fire pit for Friday night S’mores and leave our new
neighbors to their private gathering for one of their own with
cancer…
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At the community fire we, that is Steve, talk a bit to
and roast S’mores with Christina the entertainment coordinator
who sharpens green twigs for the kids. The only people there
when we arrive are a family with 2 fat children. The fat girl is
the first one in line for the marshmallows.
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Then a guy with 3 boys shows up and he seems nice…there
are a few itinerant guys and of course, Steve is Mr. Social
himself while all the children look to me for help.
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It turns out the nice guy with the 3 boys is form Idaho,
and Mormon. “you know – no premarital…’ as if that explains it
all. He asked Steve what his father did…he himself is a worker
at a Microchip factory and is at the campground for his wife’s
family’s 3rd annual family reunion…he asked Steve how
to say things in German, Steve…
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When we get “home” the Christians have mostly dispersed.
Did I mention that Steve had to back into our spot as they were
gathered exactly in front of that spot with their little
collapsible lawn chairs…
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…yes, after our long Mt. Hood Loop” tour, which I
thought would surely kill the entire family as we drove down
historic scenic Columbia Hwy. with bare, under construction,
roads and “narrow roads”. The drop on the right toward Columbia
River, while very charming, was absolutely devastating and I
couldn’t sit on the passenger seat. Oh yes, and then there were
the 2 bridges that were really only one way. On the first one we
met a car half way whose driver had the grace to back up and
make room for us. ..of course this all happened after the engine
overheated going to Timberline Lodge….and we had to stop in the
middle of a turn about 5000 feet high…
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So Steve manages to pull in backwards into this crazy
spot with a bunch of Christians in the middle of their “guest
speaker talk”…Steve stuck his head out the door and told them
“don’t mind me” which made all of them laugh.
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Hm, so then we go to sleep, far away from any car noise,
I guess it got late while I was waiting in vain for my bread
dough to rise…but, I am thinking, it’s OK because tomorrow is
Sunday and we can sleep in…
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Well, what happened instead was that at around 9 we wake
to the sounds, very loud sounds, of electric guitar and drums
practicing in the woods. Out of distant, sleep veiled
consciousness I protest the obviously grotesque reality of
amplifiers in the woods. Obvious only to me it turns out. There
is a Christian rock band blasting Christian music through the
woods and no one seems to take issue with that.
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I am not saying that they were bad even. They were pretty
good. That’s not the point. All I am saying is that we couldn’t
stop laughing.
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I am absolutely sure at this point that the quietest
place to stay so far was the fire station near Mossyrock…lots
more…too tired… |
