Gentle Reader, my good friends and current roommates P. and S. were, until quite recently, living in Tacoma, on a quarter acre. Now, they’re both from the country, and city living was – not the life for them.
Therefore, they were always looking at large chunks of property, all over the state, regardless of whether they were attainable or not. One day, they would fifty acres, adjacent to the Mt. Ranier National Park, containing a large swath of the Nisqually River.
Naturally, S, some buddies, and I, were soon on a day trip up to the mountain to hike around and look longingly at the property. We spent a golden afternoon tromping around in the woods, on the flats by the river, climbing onto boulders, and getting muddy. It was a generally testosterone-laden afternoon, in the woods, and flannel.
On our way back home, however, S., who was driving, saw a sign. I don’t mean an omen, I mean an actual shop-sign that caused him to pull a high-speed u-turn across three lanes of traffic – the perfect sign for such a robust day. It was, of course, Ace Hardware and Liquor, where one can buy both a nailgun and a fifth of whiskey. For reasons. We may or may not have done that – I know that we at least got the whiskey.