Camping: Driving home.

[elfs]

We rose, made French toast, broke camp in the drizzle, and headed home.

On the way home, we got hungry and stopped at a Burger King. I notice that on the pop machine there are now signs, like those you find in a wine store: "Sprite! Goes with..." And I enjoyed the Coke one. "Coke! Goes with the whopper, double whopper, and triple whopper." Basically, that says to me, "Look, a Whopper is 690 calories and each additional patty is another 300. Have a Coke. If you're going to commit suicide, you may as well go all the way."

There's an Onion shtick, Area Man's Recommended Daily Caloric Intake Exceeded By 9 A.M., which I can sympathize with, because I did do that, eating a total of 1550 calories in one sitting. Gross!

There's also another advertisement that I spotted along the way. It's a Chevron ad and it shows a cartoon character in one of their cartoon cars; a fuel line runs to the car, and another line runs from the character's mouth to a huge bucket of sodapop. Now, most people don't know much about the quality of gas; they just know that their car runs on it. But we know that sodapop is bad for you. Equating something we know is really bad for your body with your gasoline is probably not what Chevron had in mind.

Anyway, we got home after only a three hour drive. I wore my kilt. Nobody at the Burger King batted an eye, and we were really deep in rural country out in Sedro-Wooley. We all immediately took showers, went out to eat at a decent restaurant, and then went home, lay down, and passed out.

Comments

[orcaarrow.livejournal.com]

I have to say even thought I've never been to your part of the world, you make it even more appealing. I love the pictures of the wilderness. I hope that it is truly easy to get to out there.

I've wanted to move to the Seattle area since I read Rex Weyler's "The Song of the Whale."

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Seattle's politics is uniquely Seattle, but that doesn't mean it isn't any more insane than anywhere else. But the surrounding terrain is indeed some of the last beautiful American forest wilderness in the country, and the current regime is a little schizophrenic between viewing that wildnerness as a resource as-is, and viewing it as a resource in which to build and reap timber.

Still, it's nice that you can drive out of here and within two hours be in the heart of a national forest or state park that's more than a fenced-in lake with groomed lawns.

[lisakit.livejournal.com]

In less than an hour I can be on a forest service road with *alot* of down between me and the rest of the world. In my low carriage toyota corolla even.

I love this land.