Meandering on the Way — Sept. 9 to 14, 2022

Friday, September 9, 2022

It’s been a little bit fall-ish lately. It’s still in the 80’s in the afternoon and the earth is still parched, but the nights are chilly and noticeably long. Today we got weather alerts about high winds from the east and extreme fire danger in the Cascades.

But it was also the weekend of the 42nd annual All British Field Meet car show. So in the afternoon we packed up and drove north on I-5, through Portland almost to Washington. There are one or two fires burning out east and smoke was in the air. We stopped at a Best Western, where a generous benefactor had gifted M with a two-night stay. The motel was just half a mile from Portland International Raceway, where the car show was being held.

Saturday, September 10, 2022

We woke to dull smoky skies and an orange disc of a sun. We got to the show at about 10:30 and started meandering through the mass of cars parked in a large grass field. The cars were grouped by brand–or marque as the Brits say. Within each marque they were further sorted by year and model. There were about 800 cars in the show, mostly from the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s but also at least one from every decade from the 1920’s to the 2020’s  Restoring, maintaining, and driving older British cars is a labor of love, especially since some of them weren’t all that reliable to begin with. Serious Britcar aficionados are a special group.  

The most common marques in the show were MG, Triumph, and Austin-Healy, all of which sold quite well in the U.S. some sixty years ago. But there were also a large number of other cars, some of which were never imported in volume but which somehow made it to our shores. How many Morris Minors have you ever seen in one place? At the ABFM there were twenty or so. There were also Austins, Cortinas, Lotuses, Morgans, Rovers and an Isetta. And of course there were a fair number Land Rovers and Jaguars–marques that are still for sale here. 

It was because M once had a Jaguar that we learned about the ABFM. We had attended once before, back in 2015 when M put his XKR on display. We didn’t stay long this time–just long enough for M to see examples of the four different British cars that he has owned over the years.

At age 16 M bought a 1959 Triumph TR-3, very much like this one.
At 27 he bought a 1964 Triumph TR-4.
At 35 he bought a 1969 Austin-Healy Sprite. His car was red with a black racing stripe. The stripe was ironic; the Sprite was fun to drive, but definitely not fast.
At 50 he bought a 2004 Jaguar XKR. It was fast.
At no age did M ever own a 1958 Isetta Great Britain LTD/300.

After the show we went out to lunch at the Island Cafe on nearby Hayden Island. The area is notable for its long rows of floating houses and houseboats, and the café is in fact a floating building. (Floating buildings are on the water but are never meant to be moved. The have water and sewage connections to the Portland systems.) The people we saw in the restaurant were tanned and seemed affluent; the floating homes were beautifully maintained; a marina provided moorage for dozens of sailboats, both large and small. No one was walking on the streets. 

Our hotel was a mile or two away from the river and also closer to the interstate. Next to our hotel, there was another one, a bit larger. The people we saw in the parking lot and in the breakfast room seemed pretty normal, or maybe just a little odd–like the couples in their tiny old British cars and the old men who talked about overheated radiators all during breakfast. And then there was the couple in the parking lot charging up their electric car–a Tesla to which they had attached a Ferrari badge. Why exactly? In this neighborhood, there was a fair amount of foot traffic, including a number of homeless people going to and fro from nearby camps. 

Very near the hotel, there were two chain restaurants, a Burger King and a Shari’s Cafe and Pies. (There was also an empty building that was probably a nicer restaurant once upon a time.) For various reasons, we didn’t want to drive very far, so we decided to eat our dinner at Shari’s. That didn’t work out very well. It was understaffed, as in just two people on duty, one cook and one waitress/cashier. The waitress was very nice, but we could see that it was going to take forever. Also, most Sharis are open 24 hours, but we noticed that this one was set to close pretty soon. We decided to try Burger King instead. 

As we neared the Burger King, we could see that people were eating inside; but how had they gotten in there?. There were four entrances. Two were locked and one was broken and boarded up. It turned out that just one door was open, which was, naturally, the last one we tried. The unlocked door was also the door nearest the bathrooms and was not visible to the counter staff. Interesting. Once we were inside, it was fine. E had an Impossible Whopper, which she found delicious. 

But what about dessert? Being at Shari’s had put us in the mood for pie, but our Shari’s was closing. So we ended up driving to another Shari’s. The building and décor were identical; but this one, in addition to being open, had four or five people working. The innocents abroad.

Sunday, September 11, 2022

On Sunday we split up. M, nursing a sore tooth, headed back to Corvallis on the airport shuttle. E went shopping at Macy’s before heading over to her daughter’s place. From there, daughter took mother kayaking. E had only been in a kayak once before, and that experience was only 3 feet from shore. She was a little fearful of the real thing, but still determined to try. She ended up having a wonderful time. 

They went to a lake near Camas, WA, and paddled around for a couple of hours. It was quite peaceful with not too much boat traffic. The few boats that went by provided entertainment in the form of waves that were fun to float over. The two paddlers spent part of their time rescuing bees which were foundering in the water. After scooping them up onto their paddles, they drifted over toward the shore to let them climb to safety on tree limbs or rocks. Their wings were too wet for them to fly, but E and A are hoping they dried off and lived happily ever after. 

Generally E was impressed with the clever design of kayaks and all the accouterments that go with them, and even more impressed with the strength and expertise of her daughter as captain and purveyor of the expedition. A even lifted and loaded the kayaks onto the car with very minimal assistance.

Another treat for E today was having a personal tour of the newly refurbished food truck that was parked in A&A’s driveway. Soft opening is rumored to be only weeks away… 

Monday, September 12, 2022

A lovely, cool day, even more like fall. We did yard work. And one of us did yoga. Also, M found a buyer for his Sony camera and lenses! Oh frabjous day. Callooh! Callay!

We have made a potentially momentous decision in regard to TV watching. Black Money Love (Kara Para, Aşk) is still on Netflix and we’re thinking of watching it again from the beginning. So tonight we tried out Episode 1. It was pretty good. 

Tuesday, September 13, 2022

We watched episodes 2 and 3 of Black Money Love. Still liking it.

Our heroes are Ömer and Elif, played by Engin Akyürek and Tüba Büyüküstün.  

The main villains are the truly evil Tayyar, played by Erkan Can, his not quite totally evil son Metin, played by Saygin Soysal, and Elif’s false friend Bahar, played by Tuvana Türkay. 

Wednesday. September 14, 2022

M’s car cover also found a buyer. Good. He’s done enough merchandising for a while. E also got rid of some stuff, deleting 9,000 old messages from her Gmail account.

Meandering on the Way — Aug. 27 to Sept. 6, 2022

Saturday, August 27, 2022

We packed up the Porsche and headed for the coast this morning, all due to the kindness of our friend P, who had offered to let us stay in her cottage in Yachats. We took Highway 20 west and it was top down weather all the way. From Newport we headed south and stopped in Waldport at the Pacific Sourdough Bakery, a place that we had heard a lot about. It’s incredible–so many different breads and pastries. How do they make it all? There was a long line of customers waiting outside, but it moved fast. We ended up getting a little more than we really needed; to wit: a raspberry puff, a pecan sticky roll, a potato knish, and a lavender lemon sourdough boule. They all turned out to be delicious. We must go there again–except that it’s 65 miles away…

We arrived in Yachats just before noon. P’s cottage is in a lovely spot just at the mouth of the Yachats River, a short walk from the town center. Yes, if there’s a tsunami, it will be the first to go, but it’s awfully nice now. 

The weathered deck was beautiful. The coast at this latitude is an awesome place for things to grow. 
Later on we went out on the deck to see the sunset.
Some neighbors wading across the estuary, returning to their house at the end of the lane. 

Sunday, August 28, 2022

After a breakfast of Chambeck espresso and Pacific Sourdough pastries, we went for hike on what they call the Amanda Trail. The trailhead was only half a mile from P’s cottage, so we decided to just walk the whole way. We found that the first part of the trail runs just beside the coast highway. Not terribly pleasant. Soon, though, it crosses the highway and climbs up onto a forested mountainside. From there the trail continues south with some nice views along the way. 

Eventually the trail turns deeper into forest and descends into a steep valley at the base of Heceta Head. A suspension bridge crosses the stream and leads to a very strenuous trail up to the Heceta Head viewpoint. We wandered out onto the bridge, just to see how it was…

Our destination, however, was just beside the bridge. A wooden stair, which can be seen in the upper right of the photo above, leads down to a park-like meeting area dedicated to the memory of a Native American woman whose English name was Amanda. 

Amanda was a blind Coos woman who was discovered by an army patrol and forcibly relocated to a camp known as the Yachats Sub-Agency. Since conditions in the agencies were disastrous, the “relocation” policy was in effect genocidal. Our knowledge of Amanda comes from the diary of Corporal Royal Bensell, a soldier who was a member of the unit that apprehended her. We will not tell her story here. Better that our readers examine for themselves the relevant excerpts from Bensell’s diary.  

This ancient stump overlooks the shrine.

After the hike we rested and in the evening went to the Drift Inn for dinner. The Drift Inn is a fine place for dinner–or lunch or breakfast probably–but that’s only in its latest incarnation. For most of its long life the Drift Inn was a bar, a bar of the sort that caused some people–it is said–to cross the street rather than walk past its doors. You can read its colorful history here.

Sunday, September 4, 2022

Back in the valley, we celebrated Labor Day with a great dinner at K and J’s place in Salem. The Andees were there as well. J made elote (Mexican corn on the cob), chicken mole with lime rice, and some extraordinary margaritas. Dinner was served in their back yard, which is small but exploding with life.

Tuesday, September 6. 2022

In the morning we met with a woman named Yaddi in Lebanon and bought pre-paid cremation plans. Yaddi is a rare marketer–more interested in finding out what you want than in describing what they sell. In the afternoon we had even more fun. M had a root canal and E got stung on the foot by a yellow jacket. (Maybe we shoulda died yesterday–less painful.)

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Just a normal day. A walk in the forest. A trip to the Co-op. E made potato salad and soaked her foot. Then the patio umbrella blew over despite the 150 pounds of sand in its base. With much effort, we got it back into place. Later, E went to see her seamstress. We ate the potato salad and washed it down with Argyle, a wonderful Willamette Valley sparkler.