Deep in the Forest

I'm out of phone reception deep in the Olympic forest with a stream running by. I'm at good old fashioned general store that has a little of everything. The building runs on and on horizontally a bit like Strawberry Lodge only a little more of a "people's place" with wooden walls and lunch room like tables scattered all over. Their menu boasts amazing food at even more amazing prices, meaning very reasonable. (If you find total nonsequiters (sp) anywhere in this adventure,  please forgive. It happens when I touch a key I shouldn't and then the computer Gods proceed to move or remove whole phrases without my permission. Add to that the fact that I'm a terrible typist ......... you get the picture.

I think I am about two hours from Port Angeles on my way to Port Townsend and then Paulbo where I will hopefully make contact with my tapestry friend Martha Fulton who raises Argentinian Lammas. Unlike many other llamas, the Argentinians produce an incredibly fine coat. I can't wait to see them. Tomorrow I will move on to meet up with Lolli at her island cabin north of Seattle. After than I plan to hit the road for the border, see Hope at Patricia's recommendation and then begin moving in an easterly direction.

I have switched over to using my camera instead of the IPad because I'm having so much trouble getting my IPad to go on line. But I just tried to transfer my current memory card to unload using a Targus gismo and half way through I got a notice of no more room on my starter disk and shortly after that all stopped and an error sign came my way. Do you think I'll ever get it all together at the same time? Theoretically it should be so easy. So bear with me — I am a stubborn Taurus, you know.  I took a sweet picture of my last night's camp site and hoped to share it with you. It will have to wait a bit longer it seems.

But I do want to use this general store's wifi to tell you that I'm healthy, happy and who knows about wiser. I had planned to stay in Aberdeen last night but it was such a nothing kind of place I just moved on even though the signs said it would be a lengthy trip to Port Angeles. A little more than half way, after passing through one too many clearcuts,  I came upon this deep forest campground in the Olympia preserve. People are lovely and friendly and I arrived at this general store last night at a quarter of nine. Just in time to have the tastiest avacado/bacon burger I've ever had. Also picked up details about the various camp sites close to here. The final settling in  had its moments, but ended in a good night's sleep among cordial people. Can't ask for much more at this moment. 

Kathy, this checkin is for you. Please don't worry. I'll stay in touch and hopefully get back to illustrating my adventure more promptly by one method or another.   Much love to all,   Jackie