McMenamins Anderson School

We are cashing in two of our six free hotel nights.  Thanks McMenamins Passport!  (McMenamins Passport replies: Thank you for spending all that money at McMenamins while completing your passport.)

We’re staying at Anderson School, which is the newest hotel in the chain.  I’m glad to use our free nights at this hotel, as it’s more expensive than some of the others.

Why is is more expensive than some of the hotels?  A bathroom! In the room!  While I don’t mind at all the shared bathroom situation at many of the hotels (and am happy to trade off the bathroom for a lower-cost room) it was nice to have our very own bathroom.  There was also a TV.  Very un-McMenamins-like!

It did have the same awesome artwork throughout.  We stayed in a room named after a local Bothell resident who became an astronomer. 

I didn’t take pictures of the soaking pool, but it was an interesting experience. (You can see a picture in this blog post, or by googling) When we walked into the pool area, it seemed to be very cold and the lifeguards were bundled up in sweats and blankets.  We got in the water and kept as much of our bodies as possible in the warmth.  It was night, so it took a while, but eventually I wondered if the skylights not skylights but openings in the roof.  They were indeed openings.  And the huge windows on one wall were not windows, but also openings.  It’s an indoor/outdoor pool.  Apparently, it was built that way, when Anderson School was a school.  McMenamins kept it the same way.

“What happens when it rains?” I asked the lifeguard.

“It rains through the skylight,” was his nonplussed answer.

“What happens when it snows?”

“It snows through the skylight,” he said with a shrug.

Because of the unique indoor/outdoor pool experience, at times the pool is closed due to fog.

On Saturday we ate at the Tavern on the Square (actually we also ate there on Friday night, [McMenamins says: Thanks for spending money onsite while staying in the room for free] but these pictures came from Saturday morning)

This set of stained glass windows is David Schlicker’s interpretation of Mike McMenamin’s most favorite Grateful Dead song “Scarlet Begonias”

The lyrics to the verse are carved around the bar.

My irrational anger at a clothing company.

I walk by the Free People clothing store regularly and look at their displays with a kind of anthropological interest.  These are not clothes designed for me, nor am I meant to wear them.  I find some of them kind of cute (the dress on the left, the skirt on the right) and most of them puzzling.

But today I saw the Van Halen 1984 shirt and stopped short.  Why are they marketing a shirt for a band consisting of members who are too old to be this demographic’s fathers?  Is there some Van Halen resurgence among the young set I don’t know about? (Possibly.)  I suspect they just thought the logo looked cool and made it into a shirt.

A walk in Centralia

Aside from watching three movies and reading, my big activity in Centralia this trip was taking a long walk on Saturday morning.  I walked Main Street until it turned into Harrison Street and took me to Fort Borst Park.  Here’s what I saw:

Given my upbringing, it was inevitable that the next work that came to mind after reading that sign was “Footloose“.

I was interested that this business was wholly outside. The garage to the right was rented to another business.

I also loved their muffler man.

Too many flutes at the pawn shop.

Typical setup.  Planned Parenthood on one side of the street, anti-abortion organization on the other.

Someone had placed a scrap wood bench in front of their house.

Crossing the Skookumchuck River.

Hoo-boy did I love this sign.  Clearly, at one time the Panda Inn was a different kind of establishment.

A “lady” tending her crop outside the Country  Cousin restaurant.

The Historic Fort Borst Blockhouse, which was originally built for protection, but actually used to store grain.  Later Mr. Borst bought it and it was used as a house while the Borst house was being built.  That’s when the windows were cut in.

Fort Borst Park has a lot going on.  I took the one mile trail around the park.

No one was fishing when I walked by.

Here is the historic Borst House.  It was not open for tours when I wandered by.

The Borsts had a lot of dead children.

This Oregonian grumblingly questions if the trail in Washington is really the Oregon Trail.

Another picture of the Borst house.

Master Gardeners! It’s always good to come across a demonstration garden.

There was also a one-room replica schoolhouse.  

So many things to do at Fort Borst Park.  The “Pioneer Soccer Fields” name cracked me up.  Those pioneers were big soccer players.  Or maybe they are fields honoring early soccer players?

I loved this brochure rack of information available to all.

Some of the brochures were a little worse for wear, but still imparting important information.

There was a swim center in the park.  And attached to the swim center was a…miniature golf course?

Look what’s coming soon at the miniature golf theater.

On my way back I stopped at the Goodwill.

I was blown away by their Halloween display, including Look Book.

You could also have a costume match up.  My match up?  Ghostly Lumberjack.  I like the May 23 choice:  Evil Hero.

I found a mini keyboard to bring along to the ukulele sing alongs I occasionally attend.  I loved the design, including the tape player that looks like a CD player.  Sadly, this keyboard is not in tune. The C is actually an A#, so back to the Goodwill (in Portland) it went, to delight another.  It cost me $4.00, so I wasn’t terribly broken up.

I spent some time reading in the Centralia Library and really liked this reading recommendation flow chart.

Weekend Retreat to Centralia: getting there; my room.

I had a weekend retreat in Centralia, Washington, at the same site of a previous vacation.  Like that vacation, I traveled by train.  It was a good train riding experience.  When I checked in, the ticket agent said, “Your train is two hours late.” I knew this already, having looked online.  Then she said.  “Do you want me to see if I can get you on the train that’s coming in about 15 minutes?” The answer to that question was yes, I did.  She could, so off I went on the earlier train, that was arriving later than my departure time.  (I would love it if the US really put money into rail travel.)

I arrived in Centralia, walked the two blocks to the Olympic Club Hotel, checked in, dropped off my things and headed downstairs for a free movie (which is one of the perks.  No soaking pool, though.)

Here is my room.  At this hotel several of the rooms have only skylights, not windows.  It was cozy.

A view of the skylight.  If I had a project to finish and needed to get away to do so, I would come here and stay in one of these rooms.  They are very focusing.

Olympic Peninsula Vacation: Saying goodbye to the Log Cabin Resort and Matt orders a burger as big as his face.

One last picture of our cabin. I liked our cabin and the resort.  I did find it weird our cabin had no access to a water spigot.  It wasn’t a big deal for us, because we used a spigot from a nearby unoccupied campground, but were the resort full, it would have been weird to walk to the bathroom for water every time we needed it.  Also, the showers were pay showers, which was annoying.  And there was no place to do dishes.  Usually there is a water dump station.  When I asked at the lodge, they said to do them in the bathroom.  As the women’s bathroom did not have a faucet that worked properly, Matt was in charge of the dishes.  So there were some problems.  But overall, it was a nice, affordable place to stay.img_6374 img_6375

This was on the way home.  We stopped in Hoquiam, where we just missed some sort of parade.  Not only was it a huge burger, but the fries were top-notch too.img_6376 img_6377

Olympic Peninsula Vacation: Ozette Triangle

Here’s what I learned about Olympic National Park on this trip.  It’s BIG.  We were already staying in the park and the drive to the Ozette area was very long.  More than an hour.   Thank goodness we had Game of Thrones for Matt to read while I drove.img_6349

This blurry photo is to remind me we were at Point of Arches.  Anchoring photos are my favorite thing about digital photography.  Since I’m not worried about wasting film, I can always take pictures of signs.  In the future I will never have to wonder where the heck that pretty vista is from.img_6350

Learning about the area.img_6351

We were hiking the triangle.  Three miles of boardwalk trail to the beach, three miles of beach, three miles of boardwalk trail back.  Matt poses at the beginning.  I love how the sign has two different graphics saying that dogs are not allowed.  Dogs facing to the right? Nope.  Dogs facing to the left? Nuh-uh.img_6354

We did not spend any time at Ozette Lake, but that is it in the distance.img_6355

We went right, toward Cape Alava.img_6356

Our boardwalk. It wasn’t particularly slippery, due to it being early September, before the rains really start again.img_6357

Some tantalizing beach.img_6358

Matt on the beach. You can see how rocky and remote it is.  Looking at Google Maps, it seems that Cape Alava, where our first section of trail ends, is in the southern part of the Ozette Indian Reservation.  Interestingly, google maps shows the trail to Sand Point, but not the trail to Cape Alava.  It also marks Wedding Rocks, which were the petroglyphs that we missed.  This person saw them, though.img_6359 img_6360

Here’s the thing about this hike.  In our hiking book, it was a level 1 hike.  I chose it, because the hike from the day before was really exhausting.  (It was a level 3 hike).  This was not a level 1 hike!  Three miles of walking on sand, picking your way across rocks and over driftwood is not easy.  And three miles of not easy does not equal a level 1 hike.img_6361

As you can see, the tide is pretty far out as we began the beach walk portion.  By the time we made it to Sand Point you could see how much it had come in.img_6362

The driftwood was impressive.  You can barely see Matt standing at the other end of this tree.  So very tall!img_6363

Me on some rocks.img_6364

I was glad the tide was out for this part, because we would have had to climb a very steep incline to get over this point if the tide had been in.  Looking at the post from that person who did see the petroglyphs, I think this is the location.img_6365

Matt finds some seaglass.img_6367

Self-portrait.  img_6368 img_6369

Sand Point is along the horizon line.  We did not hike all the way out to the end of it. Instead we started on the third leg of the triangle.  You can see the tide has come in. No rocks are visible.img_6370

Only three miles back to the ranger station.img_6371

There were some very pretty lavender mushrooms.img_6372

The color didn’t quite come through in these photos.img_6373