The daycation yesterday was to the south – to visit a friend’s dad in a town without even a flashing yellow light at the main intersection. A tiny once-a-few-families larger former logging town where Kurt Cobain played with his band at a house party once, where people keep their horses and livestock in their back yards – literally. Where the gated community also has cattle traps and dirt roads.
I was gifted a double armload of cast iron pans – legacy pans – generations of love – and now to me – even though there isn’t a legal or biological bloodline there – there’s a mutually adopted one – And I’m honored to inherit a few cast iron pans. It’s a little bit of home come back.
I met a horse and fed him apples – I told him up front I was scared he’d bite my fingers, and he showed me he wouldn’t dare – he was more like a big puppy than any horse I’ve ever met. The owner said it was an arena horse when he got him, the horse didn’t know what a stream or a trail was. Now they spend hours on hours riding together.
We stopped on the way home at a really lovely restaurant in Chehalis called Jeremy’s Farm to Table. This place is more than worth the drive – and it’s about halfway between Tacoma and Portland, so it makes for a midway stop. It’s a market, a restaurant, a wine bar, a lounge, and an event spaces. All I know is the pickles are amazing! Please go check out the website, and give them a try next time you’re out. They are doing a Thanksgiving buffet with all the traditional foods for about 35 a person, I believe?
And as usual, we caught the Dupont to 512 parking lot on I-5 on the way home. It seems it doesn’t matter what time of day, what day of the week, every time I go through there, it’s always 5 MPH and never a reason.
It rained while we were inside places, but the driving time was sunny and clear. We picked up all the tourist swag we could find on our stops; all planning for more daycations.