For the past several weeks we have been glamping in our trailer, traveling down Washington state, through coastal Oregon and down to the Redwoods. This is a trip we have taken, with purpose, twice before. The first time we made this pilgrimage was for our honeymoon and a celebration of my just having finished a three month round of radiation therapy for breast cancer. We did the trip in our car, staying in motels along the way. The second time was five years later with our small travel trailer.
This time we have a larger trailer, though it is the same length, it is a foot wider and the “slide” is two feet wider than the one on the old trailer. We are “glamping.” You can look this up on the internet, or you can read an old blog of mine. We travel with a kitchen that is well stocked and sleep in a comfortable bed. Remember that now I am twenty-one years older than the first trip, I have survived breast cancer a second time and am six years out. This is definitely another celebration.
This evening I am sitting on the shore of Soap Lake, Washington, enjoying a beautiful sunset of cerise, rose, gamboge, and cerulean. (Can you tell I am a painter?) It is warm and dusky and the sky is beautiful. I have one more night after tonight before I must return to my usual regimen. I used to come to this lake when I was a little girl. We would stay in one of the fifties funky motels here which featured a tub with two sets of faucets, one with fresh tap water and one set with hot and cold water from the lake. This lake is known for its “waters.” We have carried the waters back to friends for such things as eczema, colitis, hair loss and more. It was famous around the turn of the last century (1900) for its healing powers. Tonight I have seen a woman dressed in attire which appeared to be from Pakistan or India approach the water, bow and wash her face in the waters. Children slash unconcerned about the medicinal qualities and note that they can float better here.
I guess that we choose to revisit these waters as it is a pleasant basin in which to relax and enjoy a little R & R. We had a picnic of cheese curds, landjager, pepperoni, cheddar, asiago and spinach French bread, grapes from my student’s garden, tomatoes from my garden and more with a glass of French wine, while watching the sun set over the far hills, reflected in the waters of the lake.
It is dark now, but the sky is clear and the city park where we are camped is quiet and the stars are reflected in the waters. The breeze has picked up and by morning it will probably be forty degrees though it was seventy this afternoon. No matter, the crisp morning only serves to make the waters more beautiful. I am thankful to be here twenty-one years after the first celebration to celebrate again.
Soapy surf the next morning as the wind blew from the north and frothed the “soap” (read minerals ) in the lake.