We left home yesterday before noon, ran some last-minute errands, got into the line-up at Duke Point for the 12:45 p.m. boat. We were about fourth from the last vehicle to get into the line-up, and the guy behind us said we might well not get on. My, what an auspicious beginning to a holiday. We sat patiently and waited – and we got on. We were the last vehicle allowed to board, although there was a lot of space behind us on the bottom deck. My theory is that there were so many timber trucks on board, the boat was heavier than usual.
We arrived in sunny!
“We’re not moving, I replied. “We’re vacationing – in
“Oh. Where are you moving from?”
“We’ve come from
“What have you got with you?”
“Ummmm. We have a motor home full of stuff. What do you want to know about?”
“Do you have any food?”
Now you must understand that at no point during this exchange did our interrogator crack a smile. In retrospect, I wonder if he just hates RVers. Anyway,
“Yes, we have food.”
“Again, we have all sorts of food. What kind of food are you worried about?”
I really should have just answered his questions completely, starting with “Underpants, bras, socks, shorts, jeans, shirts…then soy milk, evaporated milk, rice, coffee, tea…..” but I didn’t. I was too stunned to be a smartass. That’s probably just as well, though, isn’t it?
“Beef. Do you have any beef?”
“Beef? Well, yes, but it’s cooked.
“Washington Braeburn apples.”
When we got into the office, we were greeted by a much friendlier man who nonetheless went out to the RV and stole half a dozen cans of
The man in the office said to me as I was leaving, “I hope I’m the worst person you meet on your vacation.” I assured him he wasn’t, and bit my tongue to keep from saying that the idiot at the booth was the worst.
After all that, we drove for hours. We tried twice to go to an RV park (two RV parks, that is), but they were impossible to find in the dark, so we ended up sleeping at a rest stop south of Olympia, Washington. We were very glad to stop, and we slept quite well.
January 3, 2007 –