Friday, April 24, 2009
A Run to Coos.
Oregon celebrates 150 years this year. It is a relative new state, and there are still many towns that sit 20+ miles from each other, under 2,000 people. On the south coast of the state, before it becomes California, these towns are a bit more pristine and unspoiled. Those people who reside here enjoy the pastoral and ocean views, appreciate the unspoiled vistas, and don't mind running to the bigger towns for supplies and entertainment.
We run to Coos Bay, the big city in our region, about 16,000 people, a day long event. "Run" is the incorrect word here, but it is the phrase we use to indicate a day when we have to stock up on stuff. Coos Bay is the place where there is a mini-mall, a casino, multiple shops, and a twelve screens movie theater. When we plan a trip to Coos, we try to do everything we can on that trip. It was mainly a fishing and lumber town, now a tourist destination, since both fishing and timber harvesting have slowed down to nothing.
When we first moved here we purchased an SUV for just these occasions. Furniture, plants, tools, and multiple loads of wood and appliances were transported home the same day we bought them. We felt like pioneers, going to town for provisions. For us old city folks it was revisiting the conveniences of a freshly baked pizza, or a hot and juicy quarter pounder with cheese, and we looked forward to these trips.
Today, we'll go up to Coos to buy soil amendments and new berry canes. We'll stop at the hardware store for irrigation tubing; then ,we'll go to Sizzler for our salad and salmon. Quarter pounders have done us wrong; and pizzas are only allowed to float in our dreams. We'll stop at the marina, and check the catch of the day. We have standing coolers with ice that travel with us on these runs.
We'll return home before sunset, ready to work in our gardens tomorrow, and thank God for such a beautiful place.