Things I missed about Blue Lake:
The morning view of green hills gripped in fingers of fog.
The smell of fennel as I run on the levee (okay didn't do much running last time).
My English classmate, Jimmy the Fish, and his incredible family of five--my neighbors (In our parking lot is a trike covered in a cardboard box, painted red with a cardboard ladder and bell and a star on the front that says: Rescue Finn--enough said.)
Blackberry pickin.
The automatic wave and smile I get from every trucker on the road.
The head-bob of acknowledgement from even the teenage dudes that pass you on the street because to not do this in this tiny town would be just...weird.
The Logger Bar. (Brenda, the bartender cut her hair. Ty, the other bartender, gets everyone to leave at closing by hugging and kissing them, one by one. Last night at the Logger I met Carlotta and she showed me her new toe ring and told me how much she missed her Daddy).
The second Sunday Pancake breakfasts at the Grange.
The Saturday farmer's market that lasts through November (Okay, that's in Arcata).
White Cranes and Blue Herons and those big Hawks.
There are things I don't miss about Blue Lake...but I won't get into that now.
Posted by Srae at September 11, 2004 09:02 AMOoh, ooh! Am I first? Whee! God, I love these descriptions, Steph! Puts me right there. Reminds me of the stuff Nance Knauer (one of my favorite writers nobody knows) writes about.
If, for any reason, I ever manage to be in Blue Lake, I gotta check out the Logger Bar.
Posted by: Dave at September 11, 2004 11:37 AMI can picture the scene. S'wonderful.
Can't wiat to hear what Spooky Nell does with her bike!
Dave's right. Tres poetique, bebeh!
PS. Don't trust winking truckers. They're up to no good, and they'll never call!
Posted by: Great Lizard King at September 11, 2004 08:20 PM