This was written while we were camping a couple of weeks ago,but we did not have access to the internet so am publishing it when we have returned. Sorry about the delay.
We have been camping for almost two weeks now and one week near Republic at Curlew Lake. Today we went to Republic to do the laundry and check out the ice cream shop, Virginia’s. I had a great huckleberry cone and my husband, chocolate.
We decided to take a run up to a National Forest campground south of town to scope it out for camping next year. There are three beautiful lakes about twelve miles south of town, Long Lake, Ferry Lake and Swan Lake. Long and Swan would probably take our glamping equipment, but Ferry would be a tight squeeze. The cost for these is $6 and $8 for a night’s stay. We have a National Parks Senior’s pass, a once in a lifetime purchase of $10 which allows us to stay in the facilities for half price. Such a deal. Only vault toilets and we didn’t see any fresh, potable water or any water other than the lake, available there. We will need to carry it with us if we stay next year.
After our side trip, it was late enough to stop in Republic at the local aged firestation, now a brewery. The weather being pretty nice, the big garage doors were open to the street. It is a fire station that is probably over one hundred years old with a pressed tin ceiling, concrete floors covered with peanut shells and the smell of beer being brewed right there on the premises. It is a locals hangout, but the natives are friendly and so we went in to try a couple. As I sat in the back of the station and looked at the sun shining through the big door opening, I watched the seed fairies fly by illuminated by the sunlight. It was like a small snowstorm cruising by parallel with the street. As folks walked by the opening, folks inside would hail those who passed by, greeting and laughing in recognition. Hometown friendly.
Now we find out that tomorrow afternoon at the brewery there will be Cowboy Poetry! I have only been to a couple of these events, but love them. They are soooo nostalgic and being a farm girl myself, having raised cows in my early life, I can relate to this poetry in a way I cannot relate to any other. I have even purchased books of cowboy poetry. I am really looking forward to this.
One of the interesting things about this area is no cellphone service. For those who have an unbilical cord attachment to the phone, you would probably go bananas here. I notice some folks have satellite dishes but we abstain. A trip to town (Republic) will give us a signal and we can check in at the farm to make sure all is OK, which it is. Our neighbor is watching over it for us.
We are heading home the following day and my big project on the return trip will be to score ten dozen ears of corn that isn’t too old. I hate the store bought, the frozen and the canned. It should all be fed to cows. Hopefully I will find my quest, that of young corn. Here in eastern Washington, corn actually ripens. At home it is an iffy proposition as my own corn patch proves. I blanch it, cut it off the cob, and freeze it for us to eat the rest of the year. If I do not find it, we will do without. Pulling a trailer and trying to search farm country for produce can be a problem as we do not have the ability to turn around in tight spaces.
Today was the first really sunny day we had, so we really enjoyed it. We came over the Cascades to find the sun, but hadn’t had much this far into the trip. Though it hasn’t been cold, it hasn’t been hot like we expected and sought. We still had a great vacation and will be back again next year, maybe with a couple of days at Swan Lake.