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Travel Tuesday, Sorta: Gray Day In Cathlamet

Not long ago, a lovely friend Kim posted some lovely photos of a little riverside town called Cathlamet. It got us hankering to visit. On a gray day last week (I think it was even Tuesday), we took a spin over the bridge to the Washington side. If we had swam up river or had a boat, it would probably be 15 miles or less. By road, it was more like 30 miles.

Did I mention it was a gray day?

I know we all like bright, sunny days. But there is something to be said for quiet, desaturated days too.

The town was strangely vacant. Even for a dreary Tuesday.

But there was evidence that people had been here.

The deck was practically new. But the whole building was slumping over.

Rejuvenation, maybe. But then abandoned.

But shiny and new is overrated.

I like going places where you don’t have to be a good photographer. The stories jump out even if you aren’t paying attention.

Maybe it would have been more bustling on a sunny day or on a weekend. But maybe not.

We think of Astoria as being a small town. But it’s a metropolis compared to some rural towns. And it’s a different planet compared to Portland.

As we drove home through the forested and mossy hills of Washington, I saw a an older gentleman with a riding mower in his yard. He had gray hair and glasses, and his yard was a vast rural field. It was drizzling. I wondered if he thought mowing his yard was a pain in the ass. Or if it was his slice of heaven.

Comments

  1. Aunty Laurie says

    It looks A lot like any small sea town in Maine. I just love them, and it’s sad to see them crumbling into the ocean, knowing that it really isn’t from lack of love of the area, as that deck and half finished reno. attest, but rather shear economic impossibility. Very Sad Indeed. p.s. slice of Heaven!

  2. Sheer beauty these words:

    “I saw a an older gentleman with a riding mower in his yard. He had gray hair and glasses, and his yard was a vast rural field. It was drizzling. I wondered if he thought mowing his yard was a pain in the ass. Or if it was his slice of heaven.”

    Thank you.

  3. Thanks, Beth. Now every time we see someone mowing their lawn we say, “There’s a slice of heaven.” My own experience has varied.

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