When I imagine the west coast of Washington and the gateway to the Olympic mountains, I imagine green, active and artistic, if somewhat sodden. That is not what I found. The town looks more like a small scale Detroit than a Seattle. The impression I get is that this town was built on an industry that has left. Instead of re-inventing itself, this place appears to be waiting for the good old days to return. There are a disturbing number of abandoned and condemned places.
So much for first impressions.
We went to bed on the first night remembering that we hadn't signed any long term deals with anyone for anything and could just as easily pull up stakes and head out of town if we wanted. However, we also remembered that we often felt that way when we arrived in a new town. Eventually, we usually settle in and find some really cool stuff. So we went to bed and slept on it. Satchel woke me up the next morning and I took him out to go potty. The RV park is right next to the Hoquiam river. I went outside to this scene.
See, there is some really cool stuff around here. If you look, there are glimpses of what this place could be.
Then we drove around for a bit, looked at my new job location and headed out to Westport, right on the ocean. We found lots of cool stuff out there.
|Those are the Olympics in the distance.|
|Sarah's in a happy place.|
Tomorrow, I think we do some more exploring.