Road trips
Sorry. I’ve been gone a couple weeks because I’ve been doing drive-abouts of Washington. This is my self-imposed duty of get the hell off my ass and out of Dodge before the aforementioned is the size of a prize winning pumpkin at the 4H fair.
To begin, though, you must remember that the bridge to the Land of Plenty is closed making daily travel a hassle. This means local shopping. For those of you who might be expecting gifts from Auntie Linda any time soon, well, I apologize for the selection at Lucky Deer.
But I digress.
What I really wanted to talk about is toilets. This is a Washington state comfort station. As you can tell, there is nothing within earshot, noseshot of these Honey Buckets. That means the Washington clean up crew hasn’t been through here since the First Peoples past this way. It is a necessary part of travel in the boondocks that you come to grips with situations like this.
While I stood outside snapping pictures, my friend Deanna went inside for a closer inspection of the facility. She took this phone photo of the interior signage which raises more questions than it answers. Does the State actually know that the seat won’t be sanitary? How much is that additional charge? Was there a charge to begin with? Just how many mile walk is it to find the supperintendent? Does some poor son of a bitch working a state desk job actually have a sense of humor? Oh, the mysteries of a road trip.
Anyway. If you can put up with the bridge closures and the rustic facilities, you get to see things like the following. And that’s why we choose to live in the back of beyond.
Always a pleasure to read about your journeys.