We leave Hidden Village RV Resort in Lynden around 11:30. Before leaving town we stop at Tacos Del Mar and take a chance on their tacos. There are four people in front of us and one lonely taco maker all by himself – no cashier, no prep person, not even a dishwasher anywhere. We patiently wait our turn as he rushes as fast as he can to fill each order, never looking up. Fred and I keep commenting on how sorry we feel for him being stuck all alone and trying as quickly as he can to serve every one.
When it’s our turn the young man takes our order, begins to make it, and then pauses, looks up at us and says, “So, how’s your day going?” We are stunned. In unison we reply, “Uh, ok, uh, we were actually wondering how YOUR day is going.” He smiles and says, “You know, when it’s busy like this and I’m all alone here, I always get smiles from everyone. I actually like it this way.” I can’t help but think it’s the Law of Attraction at work. What we give out we get back. What a great reminder.
We head south on I5. In Seattle we take the I90 turnoff. Exiting a long dark tunnel Fred gets a Big Honk. It’s been a long time since he got a Big Honk and an even longer time since his last Finger. So, he seems to be improving on the RV maneuvers.
We drive toward Yakama, passing mile after mile of dark, dry, brown hills dotted with small brittle bushes. The air looks hot.
We arrive in Yakama and pick up a few groceries and head to our selected campsite, only to be greeted with a “Campground Full” sign. We go to Plan B and hunt down Yakama Sportsman State Park. I call ahead and the ranger says he has two sites open. We arrive in the dark and set up camp.
Another evening of soup and bread. We watch “Dancing With The Stars” and I am kinda hoping Nancy Grace gets voted off. But she gets to return another week.
Lights out 10:00.
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