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bonus post: Sunday, 28 June 2015

I didn’t want to sully the beauty of the Jane Platt garden with the trauma of our parking before the tour, so have added this last bonus post.  (I keep this record for myself and don’t really expect anyone to read two posts a day.) The Jane Platt garden entrance is on a curvy road, with a private road up a steep hill to a parking lot by the garden entrance. Because that lot was full, the volunteers on the main road told us to park by a blind curve, facing the wrong way, where a car had just pulled out.  I don’t blame them at all; they had just arrived and were unprepared for the situation.  Unlike an earlier tour garden on a curvy road, there were no cones or signs to slow traffic down.  After considerable trauma (mine) and turning around (scary!!) a bit further down the road after pulling out on the blind curve (ACK!), we parked facing the right way.  Then a red Miata came roaring around the corner at top speed and veered toward the middle of the road, and sped past with a roar.  I had already gotten out of the van and hobbled, with my cane, down between two parked cars, or it would have taken me out.   Panic: How can I cross the road, with a cane, if cars might come that fast?  I still find is disconcerting to not be able to move fast.  I used to walk so fast that random men in downtown Seattle would make fun of me (for not walking like they thought a woman should, I guess).

We were between two blind curves.  I managed, because I had to, to cross the road (feeling like a chicken), and then the volunteers let Allan bring the van and drive us up the steep narrow road to the actual parking lot, because another touring vehicle had left.  (They said they should have had traffic cones and signs.) All through the beginning of the garden I was in a tizzy about that red car, and filled with dread about leaving again.  I encountered Jeanne, and bent her ear about it, and realized I was spoiling the tranquility of the garden so did my best to unwind and enjoy it…quietly.  (I was told that way up in the quiet Platt garden, people had heard that red car roar by like a race car and wondered what was going in.)

After touring the garden, we left and the volunteers at the top of the narrow road told us no one was coming up.

the drive down to the public road (Allan's photo)

the drive down to the public road (Allan’s photo)

 When we got to the bottom, another car was turning in to go up, and the volunteers were on the walkie talkie saying “Why didn’t you tell us someone was coming down!”  I was terrified to have Allan turn left, in front of the blind turn, so we turned right.  The previous day, when I had asked Todd if route 26 home would be closer to today’s gardens, he had said “Just don’t get lost in the west hills; it’s bad there.”  Well, sure enough, we did get lost.

where we were

where we were

Or sort of lost.  The GPS thought it had the right idea and took us all around those curves at the lower right.  I kept saying “Ignore the GPS!  Go down! Down!!!!” thinking if we followed the main downhill road, eventually we would come out somewhere level.  (We would have, somewhere around 405 and I-5 closer to Portland.) Instead, we kept circling up! up! until we went right by the Platt road again heading the other way.

Around about that time, a text from Todd arrived.  (He had been touring ahead of us that day.)  It said “Road curvy to Platt garden and if out of parking walk up the driveway.”  This warning had been floating in the ether and arrived too late.

I have never, ever been so glad to head west again on the Sunset Highway toward the coast.

I told Allan I would pay for the plants he’d bought over the weekend, to make up for the screaming.

leaving the heat of Portland behind...

leaving the heat of Portland behind…

over the coast range...

over the coast range…

back to delicious beach weather

back to delicious beach weather

We stopped at Fred Mayer in Warrenton (almost home!) to buy milk.  I discovered that they had really good plants.  Somehow, I was determined to fit them into the van.

Agastache 'Golden Jubilee' for only $1.79!

penstemons

penstemons

I filled my cart with gallons sized penstemons and agastaches that were only about $6 each.

I filled my cart with gallons sized penstemons and agastaches that were only about $6 each.

I was inspired by Evelyn Haddon’s lecture about Hellstrip Gardening to add more colour to the port gardens, and decided to donate some plants (and, of course, keep some for my own garden).

mine

I managed to get the plants loaded into the van, telling Allan to let me open the side door so I could grab the ones that might fall out.

crossing the Astoria bridge with the Long Beach Peninsula in sight

crossing the Astoria bridge with the Long Beach Peninsula in sight

We took a drive around the Port of Ilwaco just to make sure the plants were holding up all right, so that we could sleep in the next day before going out to water.

the coastal sky

the coastal sky over our bogsy woods, from the port

sky over the boat storage yard

sky over the boat storage yard

sunset from our very own driveway

sunset from our very own driveway

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

 

 

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