Sunday, 12 March 2017
Because we had a political meeting in Naselle this afternoon, we had decided to leave home in time to drive half an hour further and visit a museum in Skamokawa.
I was not best pleased that it was a beautiful day and would have been excellent for weeding the boatyard garden.
Here is what the white remnant of a boat looked like in 1995, in the same little bay:
As we drove along, I pondered the fact that the many conifers along our roads are why our landscapes look more somber than the airier ones that Mr Tootlepedal photographs in Scotland.
We arrived at our destination in Skamokawa: Redmen Hall, which I had read was hosting an exhibit about tugboats and steamers on the Columbia.
A back door offered easy access without all those stairs…and a disheartening sign.
Across the highway, below, is a general store and café where we have stopped before. I thought that, because of Skamokawa being such a small town, I might luck into a museum docent there.
In a room right on the river, behind the store, an antiques sale was on for the day.
I found two things to buy. One is a present so I cannot show it!
And sure enough, when I mentioned having driven from Ilwaco to find the museum was closed, I learned that one of the docents was ill, and another one offered to open it for us.
Off the deck by the store, a boater was buzzing around. I am sure Allan wished he was out boating, too.
We followed the docent back up to Redmen Hall. The hall was once a school house. Amazingly, it used be down where the highway is. When the road was put through, the building got moved up the hill with “steam donkeys” (not really donkeys!).
Allan went straight up to the bell tower. (I did not.)
On the second floor, well designed historical panels go all around the walls of a big open room.
A glass case held birds provided by the Audubon Society…
We dropped a contribution into the money jar and also spent a pretty penny in the well -stocked gift shop, including two books (quiet, because one is a present), a documentary called Work is Our Joy (about gillnetting), and some notecards. If we’d had time, we could have watched Work is Our Joy right in the museum. I will enjoy it from my comfy chair at home. I already identify with the title.
The hall is open Thursdays through Sundays from noon to four. We recommend a visit.
We had a little over half an hour to to get back to our Indivisible meeting in Naselle. I could not resist a side trip to the historic 1905 Grays River covered bridge.
Tying in with our visit to Redmen Hall: author Robert Michael Pyle lives in a house with a view of the covered bridge. I thought it would be kind of nosy to add a photo of his house, so here is the bridge.
In particularly stormy times, the river has flooded the valley.
Before we turned around, I had to get a closer look at two trees beside the parking area.
Ooops. I suddenly realized time had slipped by and we would be 25 minutes late to the meeting at Hunters Inn, Naselle. I told myself that it was ok; we have been to almost every liberal political meeting available since November so we could be late to just one.
We discussed, shared ideas, and laid some plans for future events.
On the way home, Allan and I detoured to look at a garden we had admired when attending last month’s meeting.
Next door: a large garden which I intend to look at every time we have a Naselle meeting.
Right across the street sits another charming house.
As we got close to home, I looked at the weather forecast and must admit I did begin to fret about losing what might be the only nice gardening day this week. Remembering that we now have light till after 7 PM (yay for daylight saving time!), I resolved to get two hours work done in my own garden.
While clipping some Joe Pye weed, I gave an experimental dig at a large fuchsia.
To my surprise, it shifted, so Allan helped me pull it out.
The unfortunate forecast: